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Submitted to Contest #308
In the stillness of the earth, where the sun's rays barely penetrated the surface, I found myself in a realm that felt both foreign and familiar. Here, six feet beneath the world I once knew, I lay among the remnants of those who had come before me—saints and sinners alike, their stories woven into the very fabric of this sacred ground. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint whisper of marigolds, their vibrant yellow petals a stark contrast to the somberness of my surroundings. Each flower seemed to hold a secret, a mem...
In a dimly lit cell, the air was thick with the scent of despair and hopelessness, a palpable weight that seemed to cling to the very walls. Marcus Thompson, a man in his early thirties with tousled brown hair and deep-set blue eyes that once sparkled with life, sat on the edge of his narrow cot, staring blankly at the cold, gray walls that had become his world. The flickering fluorescent light overhead cast eerie shadows, mirroring the turmoil within him. He was an innocent man, wrongfully convicted of a crime he did not commit, and now he ...
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