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Submitted to Contest #12
It was a cool august morning. A chilly wind swept through our small town making me shiver. I couldn't help but think of yesterday... "Have you heard about the time machine they made?" Mr. Joe, the store keeper said to me. "They've made one. Sent someone off an' everything." I didn't believe it. Although, he'd never lied to me before, so was it wrong to doubt him? It had to be true. The entire town wouldn't lie. And what about the two people who'd made it? I had to find this, I know I did. at least to see if it was real and working or not. ...
I remember the day I met you. I remember the bright sunlight, the leaves falling, the wind that blew through the playground. I remember saying hi. I remember how we became friends right then. I remember the first day of first grade. How you’d told me we could be superheroes! We could save the day, and have awesome powers. I remember how we went to my house and made capes for each other. Mine blue, yours red. How we had masks, how we made our own powers and names. I remember going to school wearing them. And the teacher taking th...
Lots of people are scared of the dark. However, I am not one of them. I am simply terrified of the things IN the dark. Now, I will tell my story to the world. It was a mid-summer morning. A wild breeze swept through the trees, scattering a few of the leaves and making them hit the ground. I stood outside, waiting. My seven friends, Emma, Ashley, Laura, Lily,Ash Alexa, Stormy, and Violet were coming. At least, I hoped they were. The big sleepover I'd been planning for MONTHS now was finally ready, and I couldn't have been more excited. It was...
Once upon a time, there was a town. The town was in the middle of nowhere, and it wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. I lived in this town, and I am one of the very few people who witnessed the mysteries that happened here. Now, I am sharing them with you. It was late October. The red, orange and yellow leaves were a kaleidoscope of colors, like someone had painted the trees. The sky was an endless ocean of blue and white, while the snow-covered grass was turned white. My breath billowed around my mouth as I sat outside watch...
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