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Submitted to Contest #93
Six days after Party Day July 17th, 11:00 a.m Ellie McClellan was fishing below us, hanging out by the bend in the river with the deepest mud and the biggest trout, with nothing but a handmade rusty fishing pole and a big mouth when she overheard me say to Jake Miller on the bridge that I had nothing to do with the murder of his girlfriend, Maggie Williams, who had dissapeared six days ago on Party Day and reappeared three days later on the edge of BlueBell Bay when it was too late. I had punched that Jake square on the nose and a part ...
Submitted to Contest #84
These are some excerpts I changed to fit the prompt, from the novel I'm currently writing, Silver Silence. If you enjoy this let me know; most of Silver Silence can be found on Wattpad through the account Thunderjax3! :) Rain fell steadily on the man in black, dripping off of his clothes and broad shoulders in large drops, onto the dark pavement or down his legs into his boots, making for a soggy and irritating way of walking. The night, despite the rain, was illuminated by glowing hues of orange street lights and its haze in the a...
Submitted to Contest #77
Jack Wilson sat in his navy blue robe, nursing a strong cup of scalding hot coffee, sitting at his favorite bay window. This space, despite being cold enough by the large window that he saw his breath when he blew, was where Jack sat every day. Thinking. Looking through the window to the snow. Remembering. Times when sitting in this bay window was filled with company. Simpler times when he could sit here with his coffee too sweet, writing and reading and drawing the view of the bare trees covered in a white reflection and a frozen lake, sere...
Submitted to Contest #72
December 1st, 2020 Dear Journal, (because I think Dear Diary is for 5th graders) Today is the day I renewed my reasons for why I despise Christmas. My hate for the holiday got to the point where I accidentally made Mrs. Jenkins cry last night. I hadn't meant to, but she wouldn't stop cackling Joy to the World at the top of her lungs at 11 p.m last night. It wasn't even December yet- an hour to it- and the old bat was probably already drowning her kitchen in tinsel. Last year she'd nearly burned the whole apartment complex down trying to ma...
On my 17th birthday, I was assigned the occupation of a murderer. Before everyone’s 17th birthday, my year took a tour of the building that held the machines- a tall skyscraper that was made of glass so reflective you couldn't look directly at it on a sunny day. They explained the machines and how they benefited our society. Then the memory transfers, how on our 17th birthday we would receive a memory from your future self to guide you in what your future was going to be like. We learned that the machines could predict ways of ...
Submitted to Contest #66
I almost died on a dare. It was stupid, but I have a temper and I probably would have done it anyway because of the money I could have gotten, the new life. I'm dirt poor- poorer than poor and hated because of it.It was called The Trials- the contest that almost killed me.The origin of The Trials was told to us from a young age as terrifying horrors or action-packed heroics. Either way, the details were pretty blurry. No one really knew the exact story because all we can do is tell secrets.Those with knowledge don't share it and lie about it...
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