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Submitted to Contest #40
LondonSeptember 9th 2014Dear Diary,<i> I saw it. Humans were hurting each other. Either bullying online or in school. They inflict pain on others and took pleasure in the horrified look on her faces. I knew why. Students seen as weak and trust easily, tell their deepest secrets, and then everything backfired on them. One morning, I heard some students gossiping about my friend, Lisa. I met her when I first started school. When I had nobody to show me around the school, Lisa offered and we became. She was smart, honest and sweet. S...
January 1st year 901. Crystal worldThe Academy. Dear Diary, My parents were happy for me, but I wasn't at all. Why? I began school today. I wasn't confident with my reading and writing, but I practised every day till I got used to writing my name. Somehow, I passed the entrance exam. According to my father, the first queen created the Crystal language. But why did she make it so complicated? I couldn't even write my name. Fortunately, my parents were kind and helpful, but they were overprotective. Thanks to them, I l...
Submitted to Contest #37
"Why did you come here?" inquired Alice. "You guys kicked me out." She was in her room with her former bandmate Molly, who was staring at her in confusion. She sat down, cross-legged on her bed. "You’re the one who began hanging out with Ethan," said Molly. Her wide and green eyes fixed on her. Usually, Alice would see Molly with her gothic outfit. This time she wore a plain white shirt and black pants.  "Mike kicked me because I sucked at singing," Alice replied. "Did you come here looking for seducing advice? Well, you ...
It was midnight, and a crowd had gathered around Big Ben to watch the fireworks. Hands in his pocket, sixteen-year-old Danny Boyle walked under the colourful sky lit up, arm in arm with his childhood friend, Alice May toward his home. His eyes followed the cracks in the pavement and the evening shrouded them in darkness. He gave up and glanced at Alice. She had picked him up earlier from the convenience store where he was responsible for handling the customers at the till. Danny rubbed his eyes and sighed, squeezing Alice’s hand in the ...
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