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Submitted to Contest #308
“IN NIGHT COMES TEETH" “Are you sure it’s this way?” Remina questioned their older brother, Ichen. “Because if it’s not, you’ll be the one on cleaning duty when we return home,” she snickers as she brushes away a hanging branch. It had been hours since the trio of Samuel, Remina, and Ichen had come across treasure of any true value. Only following dead leads and rumors, they traverse through these quiet woods to see if they can find their mark. “Patience, Remina. Give the boy a chance.” Ichen surveys the forest and its sea of curling trees. ...
Submitted to Contest #266
Mac sits at the desk for hours on end. From 4PM to 8PM, he needed to get his project DONE by the end of Friday. Between balancing his work at the security office as well as trying to meet his deadline, his creative cloud of imagination grew stale as time progressed. The ticking of the clock haunting as well as grating his nerves. He groaned as he dropped the weight of his big ol head onto the table. “Oww...” he sighs as boredom strains the back of his neck. 10PM arrives and power begins to flicker. For Mac, he didn’t heed the br...
Submitted to Contest #265
Dad And His Flowers There is nothing quite as powerful as the hand of a father’s grip. I would know, for Spike had the grip of a bear. A grip that was forged through pain and neglect as well as love and discipline. Those were the same hands that pushed me forward once I met him while times were down. I can still remember how high he raised me from the kissing waters of the pool when I was just six years small, and the smile that conquered his face that day. A face once made of stone. We both share that same face - one of solace and re...
Submitted to Contest #263
It looks just like him. His eyes singe from the waves of smoke that flood the air. Breathing becomes thinner as his sweaty palms hold onto a metal pipe. Covered in bruises, Ethan sniffles as he tries to kindle courage inside of his heart. Loneliness shrinks it as he peers this creature that stalks him. Fear snakes within his veins - and every plink injects more venom through his bloodstream. It looks...just like him. His almond coated eyes. His stupid freckles on the bridge of his button nose. His unkempt hair and his burly brows. Even the s...
Submitted to Contest #262
It was a moment of weakness. During that summer, he could sweat just from IMAGINING her lips pressed against his bare skin. They were parked in front of his grandmother’s house. Not the most romantic of places to be when wanting to give someone a hickey, but Zachari was determined to bedazzle her. His night with Racel Monet was the night of the blood moon. While the air thinned as it grew frigid through the lonely streets of Harloom,his pants burn from her gentle touch. He felt a bit slight in comparison to the bulky red Hummer ...
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