Hanna Moore

“The Fashionista” by Hanna Moore

Here I thought today was going to be a regular school day. Now that people know I’m friends with the “new girl”, they have created drama. “She really needs to get her look together,” one girl whispered. “She looks like she got her clothes from a dumpster or something,” another replied. My face burst into flames as their eyes followed me down the hallway. They’ve been gossiping about my friend since she transferred here. “Let’s just get to class,” I whispered in Emma’s ear. I grab her elbow and essentially drag her to our next class. We ar...

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“Reality Romance” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #67

    “I wish I didn’t sign up for this,” I thought. “Maybe then I wouldn’t have to act straight.” As the camera pans to my sham boyfriend and I, I force a smile. Steven wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. The camera moves away from us and onto the next pair.     “That folks, is ‘The Romance Machine.’ Join us next week to find out how Steven and Leslie handle Angie and Chad’s challenge,” the host announces. The cameras cut and everyone lets out a sigh of relief. Murmurs arise as we break off into o...

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“Marionette Murder” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #67

    Cheers rumble through the air and I tremble in my seat. The ringmaster shouts, encouraging the laughter of the crowd. Standing, I prepare to perform my act in front of thousands of people.     “Alright folks,” the ringmaster shouts. “I think you’ll really enjoy this next act. Miss May the Marionette!” I walk into the ring and the crowd howls in excitement. The ringmaster signals to the light crew to let me do my thing and they focus their attention on me. As everyone settles in their seats, I begin my perfor...

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“New Discoveries” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #67

    When I signed up to be a pilot for Earth, this isn’t what I expected. My supervisors decided to assign me to a galactic outpost, the Atlantica, settled on the edge of our space. My job assignments mean I get to work with diplomats and leaders. Alongside that, I get to defend the station and accompany research vessels.     “Red, you need to get up!” a crewmate, who we call Plushie, shouts.     “I’m up,” I groan.     “You better be,” Plushie states.     “And why’s t...

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“The Mental Fighter” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #66

I never knew I would make such a terrible decision. It wasn't my proudest moment of my life, but just a portion wouldn't do it justice. Well, I might as well tell you the whole story. I was young and naive. My higher education in accounting was in progress. My female peers gushed over my chestnut locks and sparkling emerald eyes. I was irresistible, at least, for a time. That was until my inevitable downfall. It was the end of my third year, and my abilities were undefeated. A few scholars, including myself, were on our path to showcase ou...

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“Written Revolutionaries” by Hanna Moore

"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat," my twin brother, Adran muttered. "What else am I supposed to do?" I asked. Adran sighed, running his hand over his chin. "Maybe you could run away," suggests Presley. "Presley," Adran snaps. "Jessica can't just run away!" Presley huffs, wanting her idea to be taken seriously. I glanced around the encircling area, my mind racing to prepare for leaving. "I might be able to make it," I state. Adran whips his head around to look at me. "You can't be serious," reasons Adran. I nod, s...

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“Written Revolutionaries” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #66

"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat," my twin brother, Adran muttered. "What else am I supposed to do?" I asked. Adran sighed, running his hand over his chin. "Maybe you could run away," suggests Presley. "Presley," Adran snaps. "Jessica can't just run away!" Presley huffs, wanting her idea to be taken seriously. I glanced around the encircling area, my mind racing to prepare for leaving. "I might be able to make it," I state. Adran whips his head around to look at me. "You can't be serious," reasons Adran. I nod, s...

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“The Queer New Lawyer” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #66

Winning arguments is my middle name. Since I was little, winning arguments was all I cared about doing. The subject of the debate never mattered to me. All I cared about was beating my opponent. At least, that was until I began my lectures as a law scholar. Now that I've begun the study of modern laws, achieving the successful argument has lessened as the achievement I primarily thought it was.As I emerge from my slumber, my roommate Chasey hops onto my bed. Still shaking off the effects of slumber, I gently blink in acknowledgment. Chasey s...

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“Spooky Well-wishes ” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #65

Hannah Moore The door squeaks open as the final accomplice arrives before we set our sights on the aging cemetery. Two of us nod, I stand straight, and swallow my pride. "Avegail, how lovely it is that you could join us tonight." I stammer. "Gertrude, we do this every year, you don't have to address me like that." Avegail calmly replies. I shake my head, thoughts racing and bouncing around within the confines of my skull. Satchels are stuffed with books, wires covered with herbs are removed from the walls. Silently, we glide towards the c...

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“The Reaping” by Hanna Moore

Submitted to Contest #66

Death is never something a fifteen year old should have to worry about first thing in the morning. At least, that's what I think. According to the government, anyone over ten should pay for the decisions of our ancestors. Upon the establishment of the "New World Government," we've had our contest called "The Reaping." The rules are, as they've been explained to us by the Reapers, that anyone over the age of ten must compete in the contest. When we are ten, we're forced to get our number tattooed on our forearm. Then, every three years, five...

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