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Submitted to Contest #44
Her sweet embrace is like the last thing I'd ever see of her. It leaves this ghostly feeling, of a warm palm on my back as I jump into the cherry red train, and grip the handle on the side for my life. I feel my skin tingle as I leave the misty cloudy air.I'd walked into the coffee shop; gotten a latte like most people do. It was a bright day; the sun was shining with a September laziness. And then my brain just stopped going through its monotonous cycle. It was a break from reality. Her boots were worn, they were hatched on to tight, acid-w...
The moon was wise and round, rimmed with a fiery gold crest that shined very bright against the navy sky. A little girl lay, her hair like curled gold against the grass. Her hand was outstretched, it gripping onto a wrinkly, patchy, red one, which belonged to an old man. "Where do the old moons go when a new moon comes up?" She asked, moving her head to align with her grandfather's. "Well, the old moons are cut up into stars, sugar plum." He smiled, his eyes almost the same as the stars that twinkled in the sky. “How many star...
The field was long and grassy. It was filled with thick-stemmed dandelions and sunshine marigolds that twinkled like stars in the sky of green. The tree's leaves were defined and vividly green-they were beautiful enough to be in heaven. The little sweetpeas would twirl like distant wedding dresses. There was also a row of tall elegant trees that were always lemon yellow, they grew fine red-tinged flowers on their leaves. But the field was more glorious when the sun flooded the place, the flowers would be crested with pink light and each blad...
Submitted to Contest #43
Dear Diary,A Moon Shone DayLittle gems lay on the satin leaves that flow with the wind, buttercups are so glorious, aren't they, diary.The evening winds are rustling through the fir trees, and the yellow stars are just beginning to awaken. The sky tonight looks like a long river dotted with water lilies, in the middle of it floats a big white circle. Today, the moon's like a tortoise, wise and strong.Today, the moon is more beautiful than the sun, who always steals the spotlight. I'm going to call it a "Moon Shone Day".Tuesday, Wednesday, an...
CHAPTER 1 - A Fountain at OakensteadMable and Ross stood in front of Oakenstead. It towered above them, giant-like. The walls were beige-bricked, covered in long swinging vines of mossy green. The house seemed like it had authority, it was like an old lady. This old lady appeared wrinkly and stern, but if one were to look closer than they'd see the hidden beauty in her smile and her figure. They both soaked in the hues of green that sat like dresses on the bark-carved maidens. Mable was a small girl who looked like a china doll. Her hai...
Submitted to Contest #42
DAY 5 - 9:00 AM“Guess what, Luis!” Martin calls from his window, “They found the fingerprints!”The gun rockets onto his neck, the chamber locks and the bullet flies into his veins, a flower of red blooms on his skin.He falls to the ground. As white as a sheet.DAY 4 - 7:00 PM“Luis, can Iet you in on a little secret?”The two men sat around an outdoor table around their swaying backyard campfire, which was filling the air with fiery sparks.“Tell me.” Luis nodded.“I’m Owen Moore, would you believe it.”“Oh.” Luis’s face started to dampen, his hea...
My dreams were forced to hide in the foamy depths of the mysterious sea, tucked away and ushered to sleep. Every wish that I made was hidden, gone. But something kept them waiting and wanting for them to come true. My house was tucked away in a little cave, which was a pocket in the big grey mountains. The white-sanded harbour was an opening to the grumpy waves that splashed violently night and day. It was lined with wintry pines and tall cedars. And deep in the mist was what I like to call, “ The Unknown.”I sat on the waves, the green ...
The mother was a slender freckled lady, with arms like swaying branches, but something about her shined through her dotted face, her pale lips and big purplish-gray eyes. It made her pretty, in a way.The father had deep-set eyes and a face showing creases of experience. His sad eyes looked tragic under the glow of an inscrutable sailor's moon, but sincere in front of a glimmering April sun. His hair was neat and fuzzy, dark as a starless night.Blue. Sometimes it'll be a jolly periwinkle but most of the time it'll be a worn navy. It's a colou...
Submitted to Contest #41
My grandpere once told me a story about the Warrior of the Animals. He was a man with deep blue eyes and grey hair curling down to his back. He lived in a redbrick house, which had nestled bird nests in the chimney and silkworms threading their pale colours over his doorstep. He had a little chick in his pocket, named Sunny who was such a little ball of velvet. This man had a glossy chestnut boat sitting in the inky ocean, bathing in the gossiping waves. His house was on a deep fiery red coast, away from the people. All he could see were for...
Submitted to Contest #40
"The girl" was misfortuned enough to be called "the girl". She sat in her mundane tower all day, looking out of an opaque window. That's how she would escape. When she stared out dreamily she could see the dewy speckled grass and the swaying birch ribbon. She could see the snowy peaks that opened a gateway to the yolky sun every evening. The waxy flowers that were nestled in the undergrowth sung to her and she smiled back delightfully. Everything outside her world of greys was lavender and hazy and golden and misty.When the velvety blanket o...
Kate wandered longingly down the path. Her big eyes hovering over anything that looked interesting enough. Little half-moons of green green clovers and little melodic bluebirds hopping along the branches.She had left her glossy green-apple sided house.In search of a delicacy, she hadn't ever tasted.She needed information on this important subject, desperately.Her first stop was Aunt Marie's home.It was a fiery redbrick house with a glossy brown porch adorned with warm red flowerpots stroked with rich ambers. The flowers grew quietly and beau...
January 5thWhen I heard the news I ignored her. Sarah. I pushed away from the sweet memories of our laughter-filled nights and let her go.I didn't want her to cry and see me small and helpless.I didn't want anybody I loved to see that.Leukemia is serious. Very serious. Everybody is nicer to me. Everybody asks me "my story". It used to be one of a normal girl, profession, interests, favourite foods, etcNow it's, "I received the news a month ago........ Leukemia."It's who I am now and I've got to deal with it.February 8thEverybody is so sorry ...
Submitted to Contest #39
Elizabeth walked into the still forest. She could push away memories of ash and the crumbling asphalt and breath in the cool air, forget her joyous house that erupted in flames. She could think about her thoughts as if they were the most important in the world, be selfish and . . . . . forget. She staggered underneath the silvery shadows of the cedars. She inhaled the warm May air and made her way down the grainy path. She passed yellow primroses that looked like liquid sunshine and bluebells that were catching the moonlight in their w...
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