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Submitted to Contest #90
The tree that I went to every day. The one living thing in my life. The one place where I can be close to someone. This tree. This was the place where my mother was buried. By this tree. I've gone to it every day since she died. She died 2 months ago. I thought there was pain when my father died, but I guess I wasn't that close to him. When my mom died it felt like the earth had collapsed on me. Now all I have is this tree. The one place that will matter most to me for the rest of my life. If I even live much longer. I don't have a reason to...
Submitted to Contest #66
It is almost time, tomorrow we will see who would be getting sent to the reaper. It is a mandatory contest for all children between 7-16. They pick 4 names and those kids go to the Reaper, and they don't come back. They are never seen or heard from again. Some people say they are killed, others think they are sent to a special school, but I think that they are tortured for most of their lives until they get old enough that the Reaper is bored with them. The sun is out and the sky looks absolutely beautiful, but I can't enjoy it. How could I...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire. The forest fire had taken off and there was only one way out. It was up. I ran as fast as I could to the fire department's helicopter, which was sitting nearby picking up people who were trapped in the fire. I was the last person on and just as we were taking off I saw a child in the distance running towards the helicopter. "Stop!" I yelled, "There's a kid in there, we have to get him out." "Sorry, there's no room and we have to leave now," said the pilot. I jumped from the helicopter. I...
It was early morning in Autumn's Coffee Shop and Autumn was preparing for opening day. Her coffee shop only opened in the fall an served almost every drink you could imagine. Her favorite was the pumpkin spice latte, despite the fact that she wasn't a huge fan of coffee. She could already smell the coffee in the air from the second she had walked in to open up. It was a strong smell, but she loved it. She had already gotten everything set up for when customers started pouring in. The coffee shop was open from the beginning of September to th...
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