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Submitted to Contest #175
As the autumn leaves began to fall and cover the ground, Claire knew it was time for her annual ritual: raking the leaves in her neighborhood. She loved the crisp, cool air and the satisfying crunch of the leaves beneath her feet as she worked. It was a peaceful and meditative task, and it allowed her to clear her mind and focus on the present moment. Claire had lived in her neighborhood for almost twenty years, and she knew every nook and cranny of the small community. She knew which houses had the friendliest dogs, which ones had the bes...
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled in the rolling hills of rural America, there was a woman named Emma who had a passion for reading. She spent many hours each day with her nose buried in a book, lost in the pages and transported to distant lands and fantastic worlds. Emma had always dreamed of sharing her love of reading with others, and one day she decided to volunteer at the local library. She offered to read aloud to anyone who was interested, and before long, a small group of regulars had gathered to listen to her soothing voic...
As the sun began to peek over the horizon, two friends, Sam and Sarah, stepped out into the backyard of their childhood home. The dew on the grass sparkled in the early morning light, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees that dotted the landscape. Sam and Sarah had grown up in this house, and they had always dreamed of turning the small patch of dirt in the corner of the yard into a flourishing garden. Today was the day they were finally going to make that dream a reality. "Are you ready to do this?" Sam asked, looking over ...
Samantha sat nervously on the edge of her seat, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She had been called into the principal's office, and she had no idea what it was about. She had never been in trouble before, and she was starting to worry that maybe she had done something wrong without realizing it. Just as she was about to ask the principal what was going on, the door opened and a man in a suit walked in. He introduced himself as Mr. Jones, the director of the local science museum. "Samantha, we've been watching your science fair projec...
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