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Submitted to Contest #288
Dressed in cotton shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, Sara stood before her easel, painting the apocalyptic scene outside her apartment window. As she turned to peer out the glass window, the sun cut through, causing Sara to shield her eyes as she witnessed the sight before her. The sun shone like a giant orb covering the sky, overshadowing the tall, gaunt buildings and vacant streets. The trees lining the roads were only skeletal remains of once lush trees. There were no more seasons, only summer; there wasn't any more night, only day. The...
Submitted to Contest #285
An hourglass, a silent witness to the unfolding drama of the Stevens family, stood in the heart of a grand, old mansion hidden away in a dimly lit study. Its polished wooden frame gleamed faintly in the low light, the transparent glass chambers not fogged by time, and the fine grains of black sand slipping steadily from the top to the bottom. The hourglass, a symbol of the family's heritage, had seen generations pass by. The black sand shifted down into the narrow neck into the bottom glass only to be turned over to start the hourglass's end...
Submitted to Contest #284
As she briefly glanced out the window, the woman could see wisps of snow drifting slowly to the ground and the neighbor’s Christmas lights twinkling in the distance.Her trance was suddenly interrupted by her husband’s voice: “Christina, is everything all right?”His voice was filled with concern, his deep brown eyes piercing her. She quickly turned to see her husband’s concerned face. "Yes…yes... Everything is just perfect!” She gazed into his gentle face and understood why he had been so concerned. The past year had been tough; it had almost...
Submitted to Contest #283
Bang! Bang! The gavel for the court to come to session rang throughout the courtroom. Dressed in a conservative tan pantsuit, Laura sat quietly on a red cushioned bench towards the front of the courtroom. As she glanced around, she couldn’t help but think about the events that had brought her to this courthouse on this day. She lived in Newport, Rhode Island, the home of summer cottages of the Vanderbilts and other Gilded Age robber barons. The architect who had designed her own house won awards because, from the outside, it looked like a ma...
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