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Submitted to Contest #281
“A journal?” I said. “I thought you said I had too many notebooks already.” My roommate, Kat, shrugged. “You do. But I thought you’d like it, so I picked it up," Kat said. She handed the journal over to me. It was leather bound, slightly stained, and worn, like it had gone through a lot of use. What an odd thing to find at a thrift store. Curious as to how much use the journal had actually gone through, I flipped through it. The pages were completely filled with fancy handwriting, so it wouldn't be much use as an actual jou...
Submitted to Contest #277
The rumors will tell you that I tried to kill my stepdaughter, Snow White–daughter in everything but blood–but I was just trying to mother her right and keep her safe. Drip. Drip. Drip."Mother!" Snow cries, leaning into the bars of my prison cell. "Mother, why are you here? What happened to you?" I don't answer for a moment, watching water drip from a stalactite in the ceiling. I do not know exactly why I am here, although I have a guess. I do not know why I have been chosen to be villainized in this story, except maybe that the pe...
Submitted to Contest #268
"Hey guys! It's Asa of Asamesauce and today I'm with my sister Lily with the Locked In challenge! If you don't know, the Locked In challenge is a challenge where you pick a person to be locked in a room with for 24 hours. Lily's this person over here." "Hi," Lily said, waving and smiling. "I am one-hundred percent anticipating some sort of prank. I'll be trying to guess what it is based on the supplies in the room. If I guess it, Asa isn't allowed to prank me again during the twenty-four hour period and I get a hundred dollars." "Who knows,"...
Submitted to Contest #266
"Fillet of a fenny snake,In the caldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog–" "Are you quoting the Scottish Play?" Lizzie asked, peering over Isabelle’s shoulder into the large pot she was chanting in front of. Isa spun around, surprised. She hadn't heard her friend enter her house. "You scared me!” said Isa. “What are you even here for anyway?" "You're hosting Writing Club this week, remember?" Lizzie said, rolling her eyes. "Oh, yes, Writing Club! I'd totally forgotten–lost track of the time," Isa replied. "Where's ...
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