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Submitted to Contest #56
Bwaaaaaaaap! The sound of the air horn filled the classroom just as Mr Clark, our math teacher, sat down on his chair, setting the whole class off. Mr Clark turned beet red, whether it was from embarrassment or anger, I didn’t know. I bit down hard on my hand, trying to hold in my laughter, but failing miserably. Some of the kids were rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically. “Shut up!” Mr Clark roared after getting over his initial shock, “Be quiet or every one of you will get a week worth of detention.” That made the whole class shut u...
Submitted to Contest #52
I was ALONE on the street and it’s like 2 in the morning, all thanks to my idiotic buddy, James. So it happened like this: I went to his apartment to play video games and hang out after school as his parents were at work and we had the whole apartment to ourselves. However, by the time we finished fooling around and gorging ourselves with snacks, it was already very late, so we have decided to have a sleepover. However, James seemed to have forgotten one tiny detail which is that his parents don’t like him having sleepovers on a school nigh...
I woke up gasping in my bed. My body was drenched in sweat and dried tears caked my face. I dreamt about him again, his death. It has been 4 years, but every year on the very same day, I still wake up crying from the same dream. The moment that his heart stopped beating kept on repeating itself in my brain, still fresh as if it had happened yesterday. The knife. The blood. My scream. My fault. The whole dream seemed so real that I couldn’t shake myself out of it. Fresh tears spilt out, mixing with the dried ones that were already on my face....
Submitted to Contest #51
A gentle night breeze ran through my dirty blond hair, messing it up slightly. I was sitting on the small circular green grassy field behind my house, with a beer bottle in my right hand, the huge apple trees that I planted around the garden were looming down on the grass around me, shadows of the trees creeping up on me. Moonlight streamed through the gaps between the leaves and branches, making my golden hair shine in the darkness, like the blazing stars in the darkened sky. I tilted the bottle back and gulped down a massive portion of the...
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