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Submitted to Contest #89
Trees fly by as I speed down the highway, headed north. Taking a chance, I threw my clothes in a bag to explore an opportunity to work in Estes Park, Colorado. My roommate told me I had lost my mind and that I was an idiot for even thinking that this idea would work, but it felt right. Ringing draws my attention to my stereo as an incoming call pauses my music. It's my mother. "Hello?" "Honey, where are you at?" Her voice sounds wary as it comes through the speakers. I sigh, "Mom, don't freak out, but I'm heading to Colorado." "What? Why...
Submitted to Contest #88
Princess Elain sat next to her mother and father, the king and queen of Angelton, as courtiers loitered about the room. She twirled a strand of her golden hair around her finger in boredom as she maintained her erect posture lest her mother lash out at her with her magic. Her eldest sister's throne sat empty on the other side of the dais while she proceeded to make her way around the room, visiting with people as she went. Amber, the eldest of the two princesses, was the next in line to the throne and must keep up appearances. On the other h...
Submitted to Contest #46
It was a gloomy and cold day. Snow-covered the ground creating a winter wonderland. Such a beautiful but deadly sight. The man gazed out of the windshield, making his way slowly down the road. Due to poor road conditions, his employer closed up shop early to allow everyone to safely make it home. It was such a kind gesture and an excellent start to the weekend. Driving past the empty and frozen park, he notices that the pond resembles that of a mirror. It hides an icy casket beneath for those who dare to cross its glimmering surface. The co...
Submitted to Contest #44
Holding his hand, I watch with tears flowing freely down my face as my first love releases his last breath. At fifteen, most teens are learning how to drive, not preparing to tell their childhood best friend, first kiss, and first everything, goodbye. Hayden has been there for me since the day I was born. Our mothers thought it was amazing to try and pair us up as toddlers, brainstorming of our future. Hayden was a whole year older than me, and they loved that we were close in age. Playdates were easy, and they continued with their matchmaki...
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