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Submitted to Contest #74
Warning: Thereβs one guy whoβs gay, so if youβre uncomfortable with that, feel free to leave. Thanks :) Ten - Lukas Lukas was a nice guy. You sometimes look at him in class, and thirty percent of the time, he glances and smiles at you. Heβs too innocent. One morning, you were early for school. Your mom had a business meeting, so she dropped you off at seven thirty-five when it started at eight. You decided to watch the basketball players, who were the only students that were there. You realized one of the players was Lukas, and you decid...
Day OneEdith picked up the album with her hands and set it on her knees, as if the weight grasped onto her shoulders and back. She took out the very first picture on the beginning page, examining it carefully. Her favorite memory splashed in her brain, and she could replay each part one by one.βMama, a seahorse is in my pants!β Elijah shrieked, running back up to the sand. βI feel it, I feel it!βRuth, her husband, took a picture.βAre you sure thatβs a seahorse?β Edith said, laughing. βWeβre only a foot and a half in the water!βElijah paused....
~PART 2 OF UNOFFICIAL STUDENT~ Itβs 1st person. Iβm tired of writing stories 3rd POV. This story includes another main character, Kaity. Kaity I stare at the brick wall, full of purple doodles and red tallies. Two more days until they will let me out. London Fields has an underground prison where they keep students like me. People who mess with the algorithm, those sneaky kids who were trained privately by our trainer, Laure. She was beautiful and talented. Since she never registered in London Fields as a teacher, no one knew she even ex...
Submitted to Contest #73
Just to be clear, Gena and Mike arenβt married.So why do they share the same house?Because he rented the apartment to her so they live together, but in different rooms.ο»ΏGena trailed her eyes at the snow globe on a desk next to her, trying not to pull away as Mike curled his fingers in her hand. She didnβt want any more to do with men, after the incident that happened several weeks before.βWhy are you here in San Francisco?βShe still didnβt meet her eyes with him. βMay I not take a vacation?ββWho sent you here?ββNo one did.β He was fading fro...
***NOT part 2 for βThe Unofficial Student.β***Judie gazes at the mirroring glass, having pity and sorrow for the divine creature nearby. Its body tilts to the direction of the right, so Judie could see the drooping arctic wing that reminds her of a shriveling, single petal of a blue rose. She wishes to help the bird soar in the air, high above the thickening forests belonging to the sky. The bird hangs its head, entwining the guilt in Judieβs warm fingers.Her mother had died two days before Christmas, thus, all of the enthusiasm to open the ...
Submitted to Contest #72
ElizEliz flips the pages of her chocolate-stained book that was mixed with a quarter of guilt. Youβre going to drop the chocolate, Eliz.No, Iβm not, she insisted.Suit yourself, Official Cathie replied.Ten minutes later, her butterfingers slipped the chocolate on her book. She just needed to drop it on her tongue, but it landed weightlessly on page two, sinking and melting on the word because.Why didnβt you listen? Official Cathie snapped.Because.***FionaβSo, are you excited?β Fionaβs mother asks, checking the rearview mirror.βI think so.ββWe...
Submitted to Contest #69
Bree Del just texted us. βI lost my job today,β Marissa read. βLOL, love you.β She shook her head, making her flashy rose gold earrings jump in wide surprise. I shrugged. We both knew Del. Her job wouldnβt have lasted a month. Or, in this case, two weeks and six days. But whoβs counting? βShe needs to stop making this a habit,β Marissa said, twisting her lips into a salmon-colored line. βWhy canβt she stick to something she actually knows how to do?β Delilah, or Del, was the color orange. She was organized and disorganized at the same time, ...
I already hated him when he stepped his foot inside, sweat giving a glimpse of his ugly tan face. His ragged jeans were splotched with dry dirt, and his hat just made everything worse. He looked like a proud farmer. The creepy kind with the frozen smile that matches his wide eyeballs.The wood creaked as he came inside. βHey, fellas!βI kept quiet and barged into a bundle of noodles. He quickly came over and sat down across from mine. βWhat are we having today?βMy mom appeared in the kitchen. βChicken and mashed potatoes!β she called out.βWhy ...
Submitted to Contest #67
I glance at Camille, who looks as nervous as a shivering opossum. We both do, but for different reasons. βReady?β I whisper. She barely nods. Bridget climbs out of her seat, shaking. Her eyelids are so low they look shut. Her palms reflect from the handful of sweat. Perfect acting. βWell, Iβm going to head to the bathroom,β Bridget says, breaking the silence. βYou guys are acting kind of strange.β We both bob our heads forward like puppets. My mind blurs, Iβm only concentrated on the mission. βEllis, now?β βNo, until she goes in.β Bridget di...
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