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As the autumn breeze coasted through the tree’s leaves, I saw the leaves take flight from their home until they landed with the rest on the pile down below. So much leaves, I thought to myself. I just wanted to jump into the orange pile and seek into it. “Tyler!” My grandfather called to me. My attention was caught and jolted over to the prep station as what my grandfather like to call it. I made my finish landing at the prep station with a frog jump and throwing my hand up in the air. “I give that landing a 10!” as my grandfather gesturing ...
Submitted to Contest #215
The overhead of the gloomy and misty day blanket over a October Sunday. A slight breeze made its way throughout the city, and most people avoided the patios. Michael did not shy away from the breeze and welcome it along with Mr. Jim Bean as he swirl the amber color in the cup. He took a huge gulp from the drink and felt the wight of the world press down on his chest. The more he sat and drank, the wight of himself and the world prevented him from moving, and just brought more questions and confusion than answers. From all the decisions and a...
Submitted to Contest #128
“Now Malcolm, what did we say about assumptions beforehand?” “To not make assumption first but to hear things out and depends on the situation to let things play itself out.” “Very good, because in some scenarios or a sudden event, if you let its natural course take its role, itself will play it out in its own time naturally.” Ocho, ocho, ocho! “Sounds like you are a receiving a cold?” “I have been sick a little bit and I feel cold.” “Luckily for you I am making some tea.” The kettle cried out loud as if a baby child was ready to eat a...
Submitted to Contest #80
A brown leader arisesThe over welling vibe from the people as they cheered and stood for my father as he finished his speech and gave a wave to the crowd. I was ushered where my father was standing along with my mother and little sister. I was pulled close to my father and received side hung squeeze. My father look down upon to me, “I love you son”. I saw the love and felt the love from my father through his falling tears of happiness and proudness. I smiled back and yelled through the roaring crow “Love you dad.” Tiny sparks of flashes caug...
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