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Submitted to Contest #62
I am doing ok. I am perfectly aware that this is not a stellar way to introduce a story. It lacks in description and throws all rules of engaging writing into the trash. Besides, “ok” is a sub-par adjective. But I cannot think of any other way to describe how I’m feeling. Ok. I b...
Submitted to Contest #61
They say I was born in a terrible time. My dear grandmother always says, “Oh I wish you could have seen the days before. The days when life was more peaceful! But you will never see that age. I pity you, my little Margaux.” My parents worry about our future. They say Max and I will have it rough when we are grown up with our own children. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #58
There is nothing I would love more than to make you leave for good. To tell you to never come back and you comply without a second thought. I’ve tried, believe me. You always come back. You make it hard to sleep, then you haunt my dreams. You turn excitement into fear, and confidence into worry. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #56
I had no good reason to dislike Bella as much as I did. She had a sweet smile and soft brown eyes. Her dark brown hair always looked smooth and elegant. She was quiet and pleasant, and her voice was calm with a slight Southern accent. She used her genius IQ for the benefit of science fairs and fundraising for the school, and she built Rube Goldberg machines in her free time. I had no reason to dislike Bella...
Submitted to Contest #55
I put my head down on my desk, closed my eyes, and covered my ears. The teacher hadn’t even been gone five minutes, and the entire class of kids had lost their minds. Room 205 was the last classroom in the hallway. Two supply closets separated it from Room 202, Mrs. Davidson’s, and made it nearly impossible to hear what was going on in there. Despite being 1) a bo...
Submitted to Contest #53
Morgan glared at the thermostat outside her window, hoping that if she stared hard enough it would cool itself down. It read 97 degrees. The melting creamsicle in Morgan’s hand confirmed it. The bed felt hot and uncomfortable. The cast on her throbbing leg could pass as a portable sauna. She looked around her bedroom for something to do. The pale green walls were lin...
Submitted to Contest #51
Violetta plopped on the floor and glared at her floral basket. She had pulled it out from under the bed to find that it was empty. Very, very, empty. This wasn’t any ordinary basket. This basket held her beloved cookies. She had won a pack of shortbreads, her favorite snack, at preschool on Friday, and she was saving them for a special occasion. But now they were gone. She perched in front of the basket and thou...
Submitted to Contest #50
“Somebody, stop him!” I glanced down at the loot I had just stolen and stuffed it in my shirt. After snatching it from the hands of an unsuspecting woman, I darted across the sidewalk away from Second Street. Pedestrians crowded the area, making a quick getaway difficult. I peered over my shoulder only to see a police guard right on my tail. “Stop, thief!” &n...
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