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Straight. Straight. Straight. That’s always how it has been. That’s how it should be. That’s how it's SUPPOSED to be. If that's how it was intended, why is she so pretty. There sitting across the room was Naomi May. High school sophomore, speech and debate member, class president, first class hottie (not that I would tell anyone that.) She has a debate tournament tomorrow so she was working on her case but it wasn't like I really cared. She did her things I did mine. On top of that gay couples were generally frowned upon at our school. You w...
Submitted to Contest #49
I am Suzanne Hills, former news reporter for New York Times and I was in the hallway of a building with no name. The building was made of brick and had no context of what was inside. The hallway wasn't anymore exciting with only a few doors and cream colored walls. They only thing remotely interesting was the few of New York City. The floor I was on had the most breathtaking view of the city. I bet it was gorgeous at night. I had no idea how I got here with no memory what so ever. I do know that I was supposed to walk into the first door on ...
Submitted to Contest #48
Ansley stared out the window in awe of the others. It was a chilly night, perfect to catch fireflies in a Mason Jar, but unlike the others she couldn't go outside, at least that's what her letter said. Every year on her birthday she got a letter from her future self, a week after her birthday. The past letters have been normal, dont wear nail polish, it doesn't look good on you or even dont become friends with a girl named Ashley, in which she obeyed every year. This year however was different, the letter spoke "Dont go out side tonight, it'...
Submitted to Contest #42
The Battle of 1543I look out my window in adoration of my beautiful land. It was 1543 when the ‘Battle Between Cats and Dogs’ arose. No one knew why we were such rivals... I guess it all started when the jester broke into the castle. He was a young fellow; bright, quite handsome, but also the prankster of the century. He used to sneak into the castle at nights with the intention of using our place as an inn. I would go to the basement at night to lock the doors, never trusting that the guards did it right. The cat might have been clever, but...
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