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Submitted to Contest #85
That’s the thing about this city, I’m in a land-locked prison with the loveliest people, a strange dichotomy to be sure. For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to leave Oklahoma City. Born and raised in the smack-dab-in-the-middle-city of America, as a creative nature loving kid OKC felt like a sort of prison. All I could feel was gray concrete and felt a longing for technicolor that was somewhere… out there. The ocean, redwood trees, rainforests, snow capped mountains, the colors and textures were all constantly calling an...
Submitted to Contest #73
I have two things on my mind. Leaving and whiskey. The party's so loud the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding. The only thing I can focus on is not having a panic attack on the way to the kitchen.  I promised Serena I’d come tonight. We had a show the other night and she timed the invitation just right-- I was three sheets to the wind and feeling loose having just kicked ass on my kit for 3 hours straight. So of course I said yes to her Christmas party. Outside of playing our shows and recording in the s...
Submitted to Contest #67
Dear Henry, I know it must have been terribly difficult to stay behind this time. Believe me, what I would give to have you here my dear brother, on what seems this cursed ship in search of the Golden Gong.  I hope this letter finds you in better health that when we set sail months ago, gout is such a bother to endure.  Please don’t worry too much about me with the Cabin Boys and Gunners, I’ve won most of them over and still have the vote of most of the crew under me. I’ve only had to order Crawley, our f...
Submitted to Contest #66
She heard her email alert ding. The latest message in the inbox held one attachment. When her eyes met the magical unopened box on the screen Hazel’s heart raced, feeling something she hadn’t felt in years and years. Excitement. Pure raw giddy excitement. She liked this feeling, she missed it. Hazel thought about how close she was to finally laying her eyes, her feet, her being on the land she always wanted to meet.  She double clicked the box. There was the magic ticket. The place, the p...
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