Dry Bones

One day, there were bones. They were old, buried in the sand, dry as the creekbed I found them in. Nothing organic remained, just architecture made to support a defunct organism.1

I dug up as many as I could find to bring home.2

What will a city’s bones look like?

Author notes

This is a true story. I'm pretty sure they're deer bones. My username is intoothandclaw.

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  • GossipGirlLuvR
    February 11

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    I like this piece a lot, but you were supposed to put information asked for by the contest in your author notes.


  • LadyLionnir
    February 2

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    Wow. For a short piece it was really descriptive and flowing. Also, I like your style and the last sentence certainly does make the reader wonder.

    Keep writing and good luck in the contest!


  • Elric Brothers
    February 2

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    Hmm...very interesting. I like the "What will a city's bones look like?" part. It makes you think! ^^


  • Cajun.Lullaby gold member
    February 2
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    I love this. I remember bringing home all sorts of bones when I was a child; two raccoon skulls, some fish vertebrae, some other bones never identified. What memories your story stirs! I love the thought-provoking last line: What will a city's bones look like? What will they look like, indeed. Great job!

    ~Battie


  • Reaver Greeters member
    February 1
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    Very interesting and creative actually. It seemed more like a prologue to something larger and I was left curious at its end.
    One grammar suggestion,
    → creekbed/ creek bed
    Also, sorry, but you forgot to add your username in the Authors Note…but still, this was really great to read.

    Thanks for entering,
    Rian


    • intoothandclaw
      February 1
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      I actually made "creekbed" one word deliberately. I wasn't thinking of the 50-word limit, though; more just the speed and rhythm of the sentence. I wrote it to sound like it was a story being told aloud, and I don't say "creek bed" as two words. I say "creekbed", one word, no space. So I wrote it that way. I write colloquially in general. And yes, I did forget that. I always forget AN stuff. *mutter* I'll fix it in a moment.


      • Reaver Greeters member
        February 1
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        Oh, didn't know that.
        Thanks

        • intoothandclaw
          February 1
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          I've noticed that I do that kind of thing a lot in poetry as well as in stories. I write how I talk, in general. Which horrifies some, given the excessive verbosity with which I write!

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