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“There is no way that actually happened.” “It’s true! I swear!” “So you mean to tell us that you went cliff jumping at Marianna’s Point?” “Well you did ask me what the craziest thing I’ve ever done was.” “And I asked that question because you picked truth.” “It is true!!” Kyra rolled her eyes and looked over at the clock. 3am. The grade 11B girls of Hawthorne High had gathered in Kyra’s room over an hour ago to play a few games of truth or dare. It had been a cumbersome task for the girls; tip toeing across the grounds, ca...
Submitted to Contest #92
They were surrounded. The loud rumble and impending darkness inched closer with every second. The trio did their best to bring their best fighting stance, fists drawn and swords out, but they did not hold out much hope. There was no way any sword, gun, or strategic combat plan could fight the thick black fog that was about to swallow them into an unknown territory. It was inches away from them now, slowly pulling them in the dark as they thrashed and kicked with all of their might, but it was no use as it started to consume them and call to ...
Submitted to Contest #90
A silver birch tree has an average lifespan of fifty to sixty years, but can live up to a hundred years old. A tree that lives old enough can watch a whole community change, watch a young child turn into an elderly citizen, and see the deforestation of hundreds of trees to know its own demise. Yet, in its lifespan, it can impact so many lives by just being there, as support and even as a member of the community. In 1971, Sam bought a little tree seed from the garden store and planted it in his neighbourhood park, right down the street from ...
Submitted to Contest #85
I stepped off the plane with a feeling of resentment. Throughout the flight I thought of thousands of different ways to escape, to find my way back home. Many ideas floated through my head like diving out of the fire escape and parachuting my way to freedom, or pretending to throw up so they would have to take me off the plane. But, considering all of the butterflies that were, and still are, in my stomach, I doubted that I would have had to pretend.The i thought I could have locked the pilot in the bathroom and turned the whole plane aroun...
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