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Submitted to Contest #260
“Come out come out wherever you are!” Bill calls out eerily as we creep through the house. I hear a sound to my left, coming from the closet. I glance at Bill and point at the closet with a tilt of my head. He gestures to the closet door closest to me as he quietly grabs the one closest to him. We swing the doors open and two bodies come tumbling out. “Aww, I thought you’d never find us!” Abi wails. David shoves her, “It’s your fault for wanting to hide together! I could’ve won this for both of us.” They start shoving each other ba...
Submitted to Contest #258
Photography was the third love of my life. That love started when I was just a toddler, waddling after my mom at weddings and birthdays as she snapped picture after picture. I associated every clicking sound with her. The first time she let me hold her camera and take a picture was when photography truly became my third love. On my fifth birthday, she got me my first camera. I took thousands of pictures with it, most of them within the first day of getting it. She taught me so much about photography, but it seemed that no matter how much I k...
Submitted to Contest #254
“Give me your purse or I’ll shoot you! Now, come on!” “Please, don’t hurt me!”I block all the exits with burning fire. “It’s my turn to ask you to give me the purse.” The mugger grunts and fumbles with his gun, emptying his clip at me. I form a wall of fire in front of me, turning the bullets to dust just before they reach me. He’s blown back against the wall in a fiery explosion when I release my fire wall. He hits it with a grunt and slumps on to the floor. I pick up the purse and hand it to the victim. “Thank you miss, than...
Submitted to Contest #250
Trigger warning: Cancer. Sam?” I softly call from across the party as I see my best friend’s long blond hair whip back and forth on the dance floor. She stops dancing and looks around confused as I furiously wave to her. Finally, she spots me and prances over like a pony that just got a new bow in her hair. “Sam, I need to speak to you. I don’t want anyone to hear though.” I quietly tell her, afraid that if I speak any louder, my secret will somehow be broadcasted for everyone to hear. “Sure! What do you want to talk about Ari? Is it ab...
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