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Submitted to Contest #203
My heart hammered at my chest as if trying to break through my ribs and escape. With my lungs burning and my legs seizing up, I sprinted faster than I ever have before. Behind me, the stupid ass dog named Pinky or something barked madly, nipping at my heels. Neighbors yelled at me, though I couldn't hear them. Now, you may be wondering how I got into this situation. You see, my friend and I had been playing baseball in a nearby park when I pitched it a little bit too hard, causing my best friend, Derik, to hit the ball a little bit too hard...
Submitted to Contest #185
Along with the fortune I inherited through my father's death, I got a key to an old storage locker that my father had seemed so keen on keeping secretive and hidden. I remember him being so proud of buying it. I was around twelve or so then, which is insane because it has already been ten years since that day. I don't think my father intended to have to give my sister and me the key so soon, but it's not like getting mixed up with the mafia doesn't have its dangers. That stupid, stupid man. Why did he have to take out a loan from one of th...
Submitted to Contest #179
I stare at the one word scrawled on my paper. I know I should write down more, but I can't seem to. I can only write one. Change. You see, my teachers will hand me and my classmates papers to write down our resolutions right before Christmas Break because we obviously won't be at school on New Years' day. I hate this because I can only think of one thing to write each time. It's just one, simple word. Yet, I can't seem to accomplish this resolution. I am currently sixteen. And ever since I was twelve, I have had this as my resolution. ...
Submitted to Contest #175
"You are already fourteen years old! You should be earning money!" My mother tells me one morning. I groan, putting down my controller. I pause my game, looking over at her angrily. For three years now she has been bugging me about getting a job of some kind. But now I don't think I can make any more excuses for why I can't work. I mean, two summers ago I made the excuse that I got sick so often that I would barely be able to go to work. And then last summer I made the excuse that none of my other friends had jobs and that I would never be a...
Submitted to Contest #174
I have spent half of my entire life trying to become an artist. I spend days upon days perfecting a picture that eventually ends up in the trash. I wish to change my thinking, but I fear that it is too late. It is already day 234 of trying to draw the perfect picture. I keep failing and failing, and I am starting to hate myself for it. But soon, that all changes . . . I am applying the orange paint to my canvas when he knocks, causing me to leave a streak across my canvas. I groan, throwing down my paintbrush angrily. I look at the clock. I...
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