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Submitted to Contest #102
It had been the last day I've seen Mrs Pembley, a sweet and benevolent woman. In her gleaming hazel-brown eyes told stories that burnt within her. I never knew her first name, but I'd go with Irene; her demeanour yelled sophistication. Her soothing voice melted like butter on toast; I'd never forgotten the angelic voice she'd proclaimed, she'd read for the children in the neighbourhood on Children's Day. Even though we weren't her biological children, she treated us as if we were. She'd put us befo...
With arms at my side and feet apart, the overwhelming pressure descended upon me. I watched the clock above as it ticked, tick-tock, tick-tock. Everyone believed that I would always choose the right thing, and I did; probably just luck. One time I chose the correct answer, and it prevented us from being in a room with manticores. But this choice was difficult, so I had to take all the precautions I could receive. One wrong choice, then we're all at the start again. Behind these doors held the key to my treasure. I could hear the gentle cries...
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