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“Black Feathers” by (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝕀𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔾𝕦𝕫𝕞𝕒𝕟 ¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> ꧂

Taking a deep breath in, I spread my wings. A cold gust of wind almost unbalanced me, but I dug my talons deeper into the bark of the oak tree I had perched myself on. My wings flapped rapidly, throwing black feathers all over. The yellow tint of the clouds was a clear sign of snow. I looked down at my feathers, noticing how sleek they were, compared to the baby fluff feathers I had the week prior. They had a tint of purple to them, but the main color was black. I mean, I’m a crow so it would be pretty weird if I didn’t have black feathers. ...

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“Secrets” by (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝕀𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔾𝕦𝕫𝕞𝕒𝕟 ¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> ꧂

Submitted to Contest #55

The knife in my hand felt cold, but not as cold as my blood that ran throughout my whole body. I was shaking, blood stained the carpet beneath me. The kitchen knife I held had wet blood dripping down into the sweaty palm of my hand.Victoria wasn't quite dead yet, only passed out. But that would change. I would make sure of it. The blood was warm, and the stench made my nose burn. It smelled metallic.Her limp body put a smile on my face that I couldn't control. I was scared of myself, scared of how much I was loving this. She had knife wounds...

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“Popsicles” by (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝕀𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔾𝕦𝕫𝕞𝕒𝕟 ¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> ꧂

Submitted to Contest #53

The cold, sugary liquid dripped down my hand. It’s source was the long red, white, and blue popsicle I held. I always ate it from the bottom up, but this way took too long. It started melting and stained my hand. I ran my tongue over it, but it still left a little mark.A few leaves fell down from the tree branches overhead and landed next to my foot. I stared down at them, wondering what had caused it to fall. It was still nowhere near Fall or Winter, it was barely the beginning of Summer. More leaves started falling and I looked up. A girl ...

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“Her and I” by (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝕀𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔾𝕦𝕫𝕞𝕒𝕟 ¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> ꧂

Submitted to Contest #52

I stared in the mirror, heart beating in my ears. This was going to be the most important day of my life. My father wouldn’t be here to walk me down the aisle as he always did in my dreams, but I knew he would be watching. Tears welled into my eyes, but I blinked them away. Today wasn’t going to be ruined by anything, I wouldn’t let it. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in, holding it for a second and then releasing it along with my stress and fears. I got up, my dress dragging the tiled floor. I was shaking, out of fear that I wou...

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Author bio

Some things about me: I love animals, and stories from the point of view of animals. My all time favorite authors are Erin Hunter. I love singing and drawing. A deeper dive: I usually try to include experience of my life in my stories. You might notice that in some of my stories, the character's father is either deceased or has cancer. I find this to be a part of my writing that I don't choose for it to be there, it just forces its way into my stories. I'm an 11 year old writer and I don't ever come in these contests expecting to win, but mainly to spread my work. Also, I have a question. Would you guys prefer me to do first person perspective or third person? I'm comfortable with both, so the choice is up to you guys! Thanks for readng! Stay safe!