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Submitted to Contest #18
"Ew, put that back."Shay opened her mouth, an argument at the tip of her tongue: You haven't even looked! But it died in her throat as she locked eyes with Iris in the mirror she hadn't before noticed. So she resigned to pout instead."Hey!" she said. "It's cute!""Yeah, if you're a hobo, maybe."Shay draped the leopard-print coat over her arm and admitted defeat. "You're rude.""I'm trying to make sure you don't look like a rug.""You look like a rug," Shay muttered, hanging the coat back up on the rack with a rueful sigh. "I knew I shouldn't h...
Submitted to Contest #17
"Jenna?""Yeah?""Door!""Gimme a- ah!" Jenna said, her shriek being cut off by a giggle. The five-year-old boy cradled in her lap sported a toothless smile and the biggest brown eyes she'd ever seen. "You weasel, don't pinch me! Pinching hurts, dude..."The boy erupted into more laughter, clinging to her as she tried to rise to her feet."Tash, help!" Jenna said, trying and failing to keep her balance while fifty pounds of dead weight toppled her over. From her vantage point on the bed, Tash looked quite cozy with her legs loosely crossed."Nah,"...
Submitted to Contest #16
I missed the bus again. Veronica would kill me if she knew; I'd been late four times that week already and was due for more than just a few snide comments this time.I frantically tried to flag down the driver, but it was no use. He peeled away from the curb and out into the evening traffic. Cars were whizzing by, their lights blinking on as the world turned more purple than blue.I stood on the sidewalk and ignored the way that people filtered around me. I could have started the long walk home - at least it would give me some time to think. I...
Submitted to Contest #14
I can’t help but hate Erica Clearwater. She's impossible, but in a way that only I'm able to see. It feels like I’m the last person alive who isn’t under her spell. She always finds a way to sneak into my mind, even when I’m keeping to myself, walking down the hallway with my head down. Her student council poster jumps from the wall and slides in my way so I have to see her and her crooked nose and freckles.The worst part is that just because I hate her, doesn’t mean I can do anything about it. She’s lived next door my whole l...
Shortlisted for Contest #11 ⭐️
I’ve played the cello since I was seven years old. The throaty bass wafted through the house from four to six o’clock every night, filtering through the vents and settling everyone into a monotonous routine after a hectic day. Cello Suite No. 1 was my grandma’s favorite, and bless her heart she’d traverse all the way downstairs just to sit with me while I played it. “It’s not happy or sad,” she would say. “It’s exciting.” I had to agree. I always found beauty in the way such a somber sounding instrument could make my ...
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