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Submitted to Contest #51
Dark and sinister was the night of the New Year’s Eve. The streets were deserted after midnight, and only flying papers were rustling like autumn leaves. Silent and haunting. From the window of the Bailey’s house was a shadow—a shadow of a boy standing in the dark. His piercing eyes twinkled under the street lamp, like of the cat’s. With his hot breath, he fogged the window and drew on a smiling face, big rounded eyes and a malicious grin. He smiled back, looking at it with an unshakable confidence. His door creaked and was opened slo...
Submitted to Contest #46
I crawled under the bed as I saw him. The masked man. He would kill me, I thought. He would sip my marrow. He would rip my insides, I knew it. I could feel his feverish breath rolling down my neck. I froze, wishing death instead. I caught his gloomy features. Not the face, it was the mask. He stared at me, and I could feel his piercing eyes cutting on my skin. I shivered not knowing what would happen next. “Wake up, Jason,” he said with a motherly voice. I fathomed I was dreaming, but the only dream I had was of me not being ab...
Submitted to Contest #45
Embrace Me This is Alaska. Not that Alaska-country you might be thinking of, but it's me—Alaska. My dad wanted to name me Alex, and my mom insisted it should be Alaska, the place from which their love story has started. I'm their first, so that explains everything. I'm a boisterous girl. Not only that, but I like to rebel sometimes (correction: most of the time). With my parents I am just Alaska—Alaska the cute child, Alaska the polite, Alaska the ambitious. They are as if living with another Alask...
Submitted to Contest #44
“You're a weirdo,” that was what they used to call me back when we were in Shandong, China. Ever since, my little secret became everything I’d desperately want to hide from the world. Not that I was a shy, insecure kiddo, but it was because of my toes. Peering at my feet, I cringed in embarrassed. It wasn’t unusual for me to have that feeling deep down, yet I tried, always, to conceal it in front of others. Who could ever understand that having four toes instead of the normal five was completely norma...
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