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Submitted to Contest #105
"Hey, are you ok?" I rested my hand on her shoulder, tapping my fingers lightly. Arin looked back to me, still fingering her fated weapon. "As good as I'll ever be," she sighed, returning her attention to her sword. I returned a light smile, though she didn’t notice. Her eyes ran up and down the dark bronze blade, falling into every small nick and imperfection. She'd been given the sword the day she turned eighteen, told it was the only way to save the world. Arin was a hero inscribed in fate, prophesied with...
Submitted to Contest #102
Everything in my body is burning. Every limb is feeble, my legs are shaking. I drop to my knees. Is this death? It's not even my death. But as I peer at the marble stone in the ground before me, every piece of me feels twisted and rotten. "Ashley Cardowa, beloved daughter and friend," is carved into the headstone, the "A" written with a swooping stroke that underlines the name. As my eyes scan over it, my heart is punctured, each letter strips the nerves from my body, knotting my blood vessels. Thi...
Submitted to Contest #100
Ava dragged her sword across the cold concrete, the blade sending bright red sparks into the shadowed night. She locked eyes with Joy, who let her own sword illuminate in a trail of sparks.The two circled each other, not daring to break their stares, despite the moonlight glinting off the edges of the longswords."Do it," Joy gritted, baring her teeth at Ava. She waved a hand over her chest, raising her voice, "Strike me!"Ava curled her fingers tighter around the hilt, sliding her hand up towards the chappe as she surveyed Joy. ...
Submitted to Contest #89
I woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting through the house, drawing me to the kitchen like a moth to a flame. I rubbed the restless sleep from my eyes, and combed my fingers through my hair in an effort to smooth it down. Luckily, pancakes don't judge you for your looks. I stumbled through the hallway towards the kitchen, standing silently in the door frame for a moment as I took her in. Roxy stood in front of the kitchen stove, humming merrily as she scraped the last bit of batter out of a bowl, onto her pan. She wore her dark blue r...
Submitted to Contest #86
I remembered the days in the schoolyard, sitting on the grass with my friends. The sun shone brightly on the uncovered blacktop, so it would quickly become too hot to the touch for the bare legs that stuck out under our skirts. We would run towards the fence as soon as recess began, specifically the far right corner, where the weeds grew freely, having won the battle for territory over the groundskeeper, whose riding lawnmower could not quite fit. From there we rooted through the tall grass for dandelions, both the kinds that dawned bri...
Submitted to Contest #85
She is here. She is jumping over every crack in the sidewalk, cooing at every pigeon, smiling at every passerby. She is laughing at our reflection in the dirty store windows, pulling on my sleeve to try out every new cafe, ogling at the dresses on the mannequins, telling me which ones she would wear to a party, which ones would look good on me. Not even the rain could stop her. She simply took an umbrella with her, her smile undimmed by the dark city sky. When we'd get home, she'd shoot the water from her umbrella onto me, and I'd laugh...
Submitted to Contest #64
The ER is quiet this late at night. An old man is sitting on a chair in the corner, a young man and woman sitting next to him. A wooden cane, presumably his, is strewn across the vacant seats. At one point, the man left for about twenty minutes, before returning with a grocery bag of snack food and cheap blankets. I can hear the young people begging the old man eats a few morsels of food. All three of them shroud themselves in the blankets. When they don't whisper quiet murmurs to each other, the soft bubble of the fish tank is the o...
Submitted to Contest #52
Anne cursed under her breath as she looked out of the bar, ready to leave. The pouring rain had begun to flood the empty streets, reflecting the dim light of the streetlamps. She knew her satin heels would be ruined, leaving her no choice but to remove them.She shoved them in her purse before she stepped outside, grabbing her umbrella from the stand. She declined a ride from her friend, insisting she would be fine.Very few people were left at this hour, the narrow street ahead of her empty. Anne flinched as the cold water numbed her feet, pu...
Submitted to Contest #36
Welcome to your Journey Journal!In this book, you get to write down your feelings after each visit!With every visit, write your age, and later you can see how you used to feel!Have fun!-Bridges Children's HospitalThis book belongs to: Calliope DiPadriss He/She is fighting: Cystic FibrosisHe/She was diagnosed on: May 1st, 2016He/She won the battle on: -1st Visit- Age: 9Dear diary, I am Calliope. I have a sister named Penelope. She is my twin sister! I have an older sister, Merida, and an older brother, Calvin.&nbs...
Submitted to Contest #7
Chocolate cake from the box is easy. If you have a mom. Dad had already laid out the pan, the box laying on its side so that the instructions were visible. Add eggs and oil, grease the pan, put the cake in the oven at a moderate temperature for twenty minutes. Simple. I could hear my older brother and Dad in the living room, chatting merrily away. Daniel Apple owned his own bakery, “The Core”. Home of the town-famous Apple Cake. I ripped open the top of the box, pulling out the plastic bag of chocolate mi...
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