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Submitted to Contest #60
My mother always tells us stories about her mother, my grandmother. My grandmother grew up in a beautiful house by the shore. My mum's fondest memory is the one of her whole family sitting around this big chair, listening to her mother’s stories of the sea, gentle wind, and raindrops that tickle your cheeks while hiding from the extreme heat they were suffering outside. She would talk about herself as a little child, spending entire mornings running across the beach, bothering tourists that didn’t understand the real beauty of what they were...
Submitted to Contest #30
Scarlet was someone you'd have to double-check if she was real when you first met her. Not a typically gorgeous girl, yet she appeared to be from another world. With raven-black hair and eyes as blue as the Caribbean, her sun-kissed skin seemed out of character. Her legs were so long that she seemed to float instead of walk. There was something angel-like about her that mesmerized anyone she happened to cross on her way.In reality, Scarlet believed herself to be quite ordinary. That was the reason why she tried to alienate herself from the w...
Submitted to Contest #28
After being cruelly rejected by the person I had loved since I was 12, I decided to stop looking for love. I spent a lot of time with friends, mostly guys who were older than me. I became some sort of little sister to them, they protected me, took me to parties appropriate for my age, made me laugh, helped me with homework…Soon, I became very close with one of the guys. Incredibly smart, an incredibly talented musician, weird, funny and gorgeous. He was simply the right person for me. When I look back to my diaries, I actually cringe because...
Submitted to Contest #3
As she got out of the train station, the raindrops hit her face and the wind made her hair stick to her red lips. “My bad,” she thought, “to believe the weather would be on my side this time.” She ran across the street to reach the bus stop for cover, but the five seconds were merciless. Her feet were wet inside of her ankle boots, and her carefully chosen top was stuck to her skin. She sunk onto the bench in the stall and quickly glanced to the screen announcing the next bus. Even after six years, she still could find her way blindfolded ar...
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