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Jake was not content. Ever since he was a small boy he had wanted to be a world-renowned celebrity and enjoy the rich lifestyle that comes along with it. “I have a caramel macchiato for Sheryl,” he said loudly over the buzz of the crowded, quaint coffee shop. Jake moved to Los Angeles from the small town of El Dorado, Arkansas as soon as he turned eighteen. He was a loner growing up because he didn’t like spending time with his “country” friends with their trucks and beer. Instead, he spent his days working and saving up money, while...
Submitted to Contest #98
Serena loved the river. Serena was raised on the river. During the day, the Yessira river was a symbol of vitality in the Yushul valley. At night, however, it became much more menacing. Serena set down the oars to her rowboat and laid down, staring up into the purple sky of Yaboo. The three suns of Yaboo shone down through the vaporous atmosphere and gently touched the rippling river. The Yessira river was massive, almost half a mile wide in some spots and a quarter of a mile wide in the skinniest part. It stretched across almost half of Yab...
Submitted to Contest #93
March 20, 1997 “Mommy, can I ride the rollercoaster? Please? Please?” Suzy had been at the carnival for three hours and was having the time of her life. The carnival closed at ten, which was only five minutes away and Suzy wanted to go on one last ride. The skies were cloudy, dark, and threatening. Flags and banners fluttered in the increasing wind. Five-year-old Suzy stared into her mother’s eyes doing her best to make a sad puppy face. “Please?” “Okay dear, one more time,” Melissa said trying to hide a grin. She hadn’t...
Submitted to Contest #92
Sunlight! Bright, white light emanating from a fiery ball of gas ninety-three million miles away from the earth. The same sunlight that now beat down on Xavier as he furiously pedaled his bike. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his thigh muscles screamed for relief as he forced his legs up and down, up and down. Xavier thought back to when he had first started training for this race. The race was named the Speed Demon. The Speed Demon was an annual cycling competition in Xavier’s hometown that stretched thirteen miles. It consisted of fi...
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