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The Hunter (March Contest)

Calm. Silent. Serene. I looked to the ground, scanning for prey, as the branch I was elegantly perched on swayed in the gentle breeze. I patiently waited for the slightest of movements, searching for...

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Perpetual Spring (March Contest)

Why does man write? To document, some might say, To capture moments, thoughts which might otherwise be lost to time, Or, perhaps to amuse To sedate and distract, keeping one’s mind removed from the...

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Balance in Nature

Blood red Jackdaws populate a soft shining shoreline off the coast of a forgotten world. Senses of harmony appear easily as the calm wind combs the maroon tide seamlessly comforting all of the frail...

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Freshet (March Contest)

He was staring out the window while lying on the bed, with a pencil in hand furiously moving on the paper in his lap. Pencil and paper were in short supply around here, given...

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The Ice Dancer (March Contest)

A dancer on thin ice, she spins and she swirls. A beauty to behold, red lips and gold curls.   Around the pond she dances, she floats like a feather. Around the blizzard rages,...

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God’s Stage (March Contest)

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. God was the director and the earth was his vacant stage. From the heavens, He glanced into the theatre and the dark void glared...

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Spring, the Season (March Contest)

It was Spring. The air was crisp, fresh from the blossoming plants growing bright parsley-green, while moss crested branches overflowed with jade leaves. I breathed. The fields were covered in a bright sheen under...

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The Show

The song started with a wonderful twang   The notes and chords scraped together in perfect harmony   Clangs of cymbals rang throughout delicate ears   The introduction was exciting and seamless   Like...