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ALLISON FRANCIS

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A New Years Kiss

ALLISON FRANCIS

Submitted to Contest #74

He was never going to ask her. Katherine paced up and down her bedroom. She was irritated and heartbroken? Is that what this felt like? It seemed even her own mother, the one desperate for society attention, had given up hope. She had already begun to plan the wedding. For months, the handsome Lord Dewbury had danced with her at every ball at least twice (three times at the Dukes ball to the shock of society). They had met most afternoons for a stroll through the park or tea with her mother. She knew she was on the precipice of a proposal...

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Overprotective

ALLISON FRANCIS

Submitted to Contest #41

The tall one was back again. My ears lifted as I heard the growl of his mechanical beast driving up to the house. I had memorized this sound, so I would always know when sister needed my help.I jumped off my chair and rushed to the front window. I lifted my paws and hopped up onto the window ledge. I peered out the window and growled as I viewed the tall one take my sisters hand. How dare he touch her! I continued to watch the scene intently when, suddenly, the tall one leaned towards sister and pressed his lips to her cheek."Get away from h...

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Red Ghost

ALLISON FRANCIS

Submitted to Contest #24

The town was silent as Decker Carr led his horse down the dusty street of Pistolcross. The sun was just beginning to disappear behind the canyon horizon. The wooden buildings seemed to have a red glow. Decker had patrolled the endless and empty desert for days. This was the first town he had come across. But where was everyone? As Decker traveled further down the street, he began to hear the uplifting sound of a piano coming from the lit building. He co...

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Thanksgiving Interrupted

ALLISON FRANCIS

Submitted to Contest #17

My family gathered around the illuminated table that steamed with the fresh smells of roasted turkey and a hint of garlic. This was the first Thanksgiving I had hosted in my new house which I had purchased this past summer after years of saving every penny. I let myself smile after hours of hard work in the kitchen with my mother preparing everything for the appearance of my sister and father. I like to stay humble, but I had to give myself this one moment of pride as my sisters face lit up as she walked t...

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Kings of Trentonville

ALLISON FRANCIS

Submitted to Contest #11

"Dad! Dad!" shouted the teenager as she ran to the door of the study. "Clara!" the man called firmly, "What did I say about coming to my study like this?" His hand was pressed against his forehead, emphasizing the beginnings of wrinkles atop his brows. Clara stopped in her tracks, her innocent blue eyes looked down towards her feet, "I know Dad. I am not trying to interrupt you, but I really need to show you this!" She looked up at her father sweetly and turned on the charm that usually got what she wanted. Her father sighed, they had just ...

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The Tourist Trap

ALLISON FRANCIS

Submitted to Contest #8

“Now, Grace, I want you to keep an open mind on this trip,” my mother repeated as she turned around to look at me. I stepped onto the boarding platform and followed the bright pink fanny pack belted across my mothers’ khaki shorts. “Alright, Mom, you don’t have to keep repeating yourself,” I retorted. She had been repeating herself the whole flight across the Atlantic Ocean. Yes, I was twenty-three and going on my first Europe trip with my parents, but it was an opportunity I was not going to miss. Especially, if I did not have to pay f...

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