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Submitted to Contest #300
The sun hung low behind the hills as Lillian Fletcher stuffed the last of her things into the battered red Subaru. A heavy July heat clung to the air, making the horizon ripple like a mirage. Her parents stood on the porch of the old white farmhouse, worn wood creaking beneath their weight. Her mother wrung her hands in her apron; her father pressed his cap lower over his eyes. Neither said a word. It was time to leave.Time to chase something bigger than the fields and forests of her childhood.Time for New York City — where the streets buzze...
The gravel crunched beneath my tires as I climbed the long winding drive, the soft puffs of dust swirling in the warm, golden air. It was late afternoon — that hour when the light poured over the mountains in Blue Ridge like melted butter, and the whole world seemed to hush, waiting for something sacred. I knew this driveway by heart. Every twist and bend, every place where the rain carved little rivulets through the stones. It was like tracing a familiar scar with your fingers — old, worn, but still tender somehow. And then, there it was: t...
The town was gone now. Marrow Creek wasn’t even a dot on a map anymore — no highway signs, no cracked pavement, no crumbling gas station with prices frozen in time. Just trees swallowing everything whole, a green sea reclaiming what it once lost. But I remembered. I remembered it all. I pulled the truck to the side of the unmarked road, tires crunching against loose gravel, and killed the engine. For a moment, I sat there with the windows down, listening to nothing — no birds, no wind, just the heavy hum of silence. The kind of silence that ...
The sky over Willow’s End was the color of an old bruise — sickly purple bleeding into rotten yellow.Ali pressed her forehead against the window as the bus rumbled down the cracked two-lane road, the glass cool and slick with condensation. Outside, skeletal pines clawed at the sky, their blackened trunks sagging under the weight of endless gray mist. The mountains loomed in the distance, hunched and brooding like old gods that had long since stopped listening.Home.If you could even call it that anymore.She hadn’t been back in ten years. Not ...
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