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Submitted to Contest #72
The tinny voice echoed in General Zamoxβs ear.Your recruit, Caelan Wexer, will show up at precisely 5:02 a.m., and her excuse for being late was that she saw a felis in the hallway.That, of course, was the Smokeweb, the cutting edge technology humans had invented right before they went extinct one hundred years ago, being replaced by a newer species, the homos.Archeological digs had found Smokeweb and had been instantly intrigued. What was the small wafer of metal? What was its purpose?They had discovered that Smokeweb could tell what a homo...
*Burning Maze Spoilers*It was five AM in the morning, but that didnβt stop Leo. He ran through the camp until he reached Aphrodite cabin. He knocked furiously, accidentally tapping out I love you in morse code.βPipes! Wake up!β He yelled into the door.After about five minutes of nonstop knocking, Piper opened the door. βLeo, itβs five in the morning. What?βLeo waved a piece of paper in her face. βToday, we are going to bake the largest cookie ever.ββCanβt it wait a few more hours?β Piper yawned.βNo! We need to bake it today! That's...
Dear Artemis, When I was a child, we all dreamt of the day we would grow up. Get married. Have children of our own. We carried baby dolls, so when we were mothers we were prepared. We would be great mothers! Wouldnβt we? As I grew older, we learned a lot more about the role we were supposed to play in society as women. Get married to a guy, not because of their actual core values, but rather for their monetary value. If you can get the CEOβs son to notice you, great job! Have a million babies and become a meek little housewife. But around ...
Submitted to Contest #70
They all think I did it. They all think I killed my best friend. I didnβt, though. However many times I plead innocent, they donβt believe me. They think I am lying. Iβm not, though. Even though I was the last person to see Natalie Park alive, I did not kill her. They say Iβm crazy. They say Iβm deranged. They say I deserve my own padded cell. Why would I kill my own best friend? βAvena.β I look up at the sound of my name. My sister, Magnolia, stands in front of me. βLets go. Youβve got a trial.β I want to curl up in bed and coco...
Submitted to Contest #69
I stared at the door to my closet, anxiety eating its way into my throat as I gathered my courage to go face my new family.βOakley!β My mother calls. βCome out of your room!βI take a deep breath and emerge from my closet.The crisp winter light seeps through my window as the sun sets. It's only four in the afternoon, but still, we are going to be completely dark by four-thirty.I look down at what I am wearing, a nice red dress that Mom and I went shopping for. Itβs a little bit dirty from my time in the closet, but thatβs good.I have been dre...
Submitted to Contest #68
It had been twenty-four years since sheβd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Alex looked up at the large colonial style house as she walked towards it, her feet crunching on the gravel. She was trying to walk slowly across the driveway, because she didnβt want to come back to this house. Not now. Not ever. Ever since she had gotten the letter that her grandmother, May Anne Dawson, had sadly passed of heart failure and left her entire estate to Alexa Dawson, she had wanted to curl up in her favorite yellow blanket and barric...
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