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“Do or Die (Part One)” by Hannah .

Year 2045, Newly Discovered Unnamed Galaxy, Apartment Building Story One-Hundred Twenty-Seven "You have to do it. It's in or die!" "You don't know for sure! What's in there could murder us!" "PLEASE, JUST PRESS THE BUTTON!" Eerie footsteps creeped up behind us. Celestrina's heart skipped a beat. This was not what she had in mind when she moved to the newly discovered g...

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“The Mysterious Case of Mister Greenwood (Part I)” by Hannah .

BANG! BANG BANG BANG! BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! BANG BANG BANG! "Let me in, let me in!! What is going on?!?" Dearest Miss Rosemary: Forgive me for my letter and the following requests. The ferocious knocks have been shaking my office for days. I've been receiving complaints from my workers. I do not know what is causing these ear-piercing bangs, but I...

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“D-Day Stands For Disastrous-Day” by Hannah .

My mind is completely elsewhere as I stare out the window to a pleasant scene of the playground. My teacher, Mr. Swanson, is lecturing on and on about our science assignments for the day. He picks up a dark, royal purple Expo marker and writes the word photosynthesis on the sparkling clean white board. "Okay, class. Now that we've reviewed yesterday's homework, can someone please remind everybody what ph...

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“Keeper of the Mustangs (Part I)” by Hannah .

Caroline gazed into the midnight sky as the prickly grasses pinched her elbows. A round woman with long, braided grey hair staggered onto the porch. Her lips strained into a frown and she called, "Caroline. Why are you lying on the ground again? Haven't we discussed this before?" Caroline tucked a strand of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear and nodded obediently. She stepped up the porch and dusted her black leather boots. She opened the ruby red front door and said without glancing back, "Good night, Mrs. Smith." She mysteriously d...

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“I Bid Farewell as You Soar Free” by Hannah .

"What would you like to be when you die?" "I don't know, maybe an eagle. They are pretty awesome." "Why?" The inquire lingered in my mind for a while. Why? Why did I want to be an eagle? This is a stupid question to ask what you want to be, I had thought, and now what do I think of it? Not so stupid, after all. I want to soar through the vast, b...

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“Crush From a Crash” by Hannah .

CRASH! The universe swiveled as I landed on the frigid snow. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," a man apologized, towering over me. He took my hand and lifted me off the ground. "That's okay. I'm sorry, too, should've watched where I was going," I gushed. The moment I set my hazel eyes on this man, it felt as if for once, I didn’t desire anything else. Crushes expired approximately six years ago, but I couldn't help turning them back on.His chocolate brown hair brushed his forehead in an utterly handsome way and he inquired, ...

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“Shadows Into Light” by Hannah .

It was a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, an April 3rd, 2009 Tuesday, when it happened. An army of shadows split the Earth apart and devoured the life growing in it. Once devoured, the beautifully green meadows of life created by Mother Nature were completely gray. Once the shadows devoured all life, they turned into light. Fortunately, one brave woman stood broadly and sewed all the shadows onto her. From that day on, a...

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“Witches at the Palace” by Hannah .

Submitted to Contest #105

Creakkk…  I peered into Naraja’s chamber. She covered her forehead with her hand and groaned, “Come in, Desdemona.” I gulped. Naraja seems to know whenever someone is at her door. I scurried into her chamber and looked at my toes. I knew a horrid consequence for spying on her was incoming. “Desdemona, how many times have I reminded you and the other ten witches about not to spy on me?” Naraja complained...

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“Sugar Moon” by Hannah .

Submitted to Contest #105

The pearly white moon shone over me. I was covered in grime. Plumping myself on the rocking chair, the frail object broke into shreds. I scowled. I stood up, wandering around the peculiar room. A neon jar rolled across the room. Picking it up, I carefully examined it’s label. Another jar, this time purple, rolled across the room. I set the neon jar on the desk and picked up the purple one. I was still curiously observin...

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“Walking on Water” by Hannah .

Submitted to Contest #104

I could feel a thousand winds blow across me. On this chilly day, all I could think of was the unusually immense amount of deplorable luck I’ve been receiving. The weather seemed to agree with me, with snow softly falling into my bare hands. Then, gentle showers of rain started to fall from the sky.  I opened my arms and legs, and felt the relaxing tenderness of nature. I sit up from the wooden bench on the side...

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“The Can of Four Seasons” by Hannah .

Submitted to Contest #103

Rebecca gently ran her fingers through the ingredients in her cooking cabinet. She had been sent to Canterbury, England by her stepmother, Alyssa, to look for a sign of the all-mighty Can of Four Seasons. Rebecca was bemused and did not exactly know of its power, however; she always obeyed her stepmother. “You don’t want to mess with good ol’ Alyssa,” the neighbors would caution. Rebecca was never informed why, however...

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“Dancing Willow” by Hannah .

Submitted to Contest #103

Elizabeth was an average child. She liked reading fantasy books, loved learning about astronomy, and most importantly, music. There was something magical about music that she simply couldn't resist.  Elizabeth lived in Oxfordshire, England. Her parents had died in a chariot ride just a few weeks after she was born. Four-year-old Elizabeth now lived with her grandmother, who was a little forgetful. Sometimes she ...

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“The Last Thing” by Hannah .

Submitted to Contest #101

The soft, cool breeze blew across my face. Millions of snowflakes danced without fail, circling my shivering body. I cringed. My black raven hair immediately stood up and followed the breeze across my face, only it stuck on my bare head and pulled me along. My clothes were completely in rags and looked of no colour existing. I exhaled as white mist exited through my mouth. This was a glacial place. I don’t know how many ...

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