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Submitted to Contest #43
Ryan was an old man awaiting decay when he came upon the manor months ago, its windows shattered, bricks imploded in several areas and burnt in others. He found it strange that it was left undiscovered for however long it was, and was somehow curious of what chaos befell this rustic estate. Most of all, it felt distantly familiar. The moment he opened the double doors, a pink face stood in the middle of the unlit vestibule, beaming beneath a floral ceiling. When asked what a young girl was doing in a crumbled manor, she replied wit...
A girl stands at the bottom of a colossal elevation, her legs half-buried in snow. Her village is just around the corner of this eternal winter mountain, but she doesn’t harbour the nostalgia to visit them. She faces the terrifying, yet enticing clouds that coat the mountain, where the beyond the unclimbable storm is the boundary to the human world. It does not frighten her as it should- somehow she senses that the storm will part if she decides to enter. Entranced, she muses on the possibility of ascending it. Instead, a stern voice calls f...
Submitted to Contest #42
When he was younger, my wings carried me to wherever the wind pointed. He was too young to understand me then: he struggled with the concept of choices.I was always perched high above the floor, dumb and unknowing as he was. There was a day when I watched children play in the living room. The clutter of plates and drifting scents excited me. I shouted, but no one bothers me. I’m merely another sound they would hear when the house is unbearably quiet or when they’re trying to focus.The boy of the house turns around. He looks beyond me, to whe...
Submitted to Contest #39
Beneath a spray of constellations, we first met as silhouettes. We were children screaming at the presence of the other and in our guilt of trespassing, we tripped over nothing. Our pixelated shadows were indistinguishable. We scampered along the grassy mountaintops, where there were massive holes to the cavernous town below. Your feet were well practiced on slopes and cliffsides, but my library limbs caused me to tumble along the rocks. I lost my balance and fell into a hole. I didn't know we had a farm until then. Our town was carved...
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