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E.F. Peterson

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After the Fourth Period Bell

Submitted to Contest #49

"Well?" Mrs. Davis asked as she lowered her glasses down her nose to look at me. Her dark glasses made her seem scarier than she actually was. My eyes looked at the big red clock ticking slowly. The seconds were getting longer and longer and the pressure that I was feeling kept crushing me further. "Why did Henry the Eighth break away from the Catholic Church?" I remembered reading over this last night. It was the page with all the drawings on it. I remembered thinking that Henry the Eighth was rather fat. I remembered that the page th...

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Promises Are Just Words

Submitted to Contest #49

"He promised he would come," I cried as I looked through the crowd of parents. "He told me we could go get pancakes after." "Sweetie, he isn't coming," Mrs. Donovan assured me. There was an air of melancholy around her, but it wasn't something that appealed to me at that certain moment. I remember the other mothers and fathers hugging their children, the fathers giving their daughters flowers-- enormous bouquets of roses that seemed larger than the children themselves. The mothers were each holding the hands of young ballerinas, proud of th...

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Abrielle Silenced

Submitted to Contest #46

Paris 1905 She sat in the corner of the cell, her velvet hair no longer up, but falling down in strands on her shoulders. Abrielle laughed maliciously, saliva drooling out of her mouth and rolling down her chin. She let out a desperate sob and a scream of pain. Her hands still had blood on them, and no one had bothered to give her something to cover up. Her dress had been torn at the bodice leaving her bosom exposed. I took my top hat off as I entered and knelt down, my hand reached up to stroke her cheek and wipe her tears. “I didn...

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