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Submitted to Contest #67
She saw him. She saw him get killed. She saw the life drain out of his eyes. She heard his screams of pain. She heard the footsteps of the murderer as they ran away. She felt a tingly sensation course through her. She felt a tight knot form in her chest. She witnessed it all. But no one believed her. Not a soul. But she knew it had happened. Her eyes couldn’t have betrayed her. She wasn't dreaming nor was she hallucinating. The rasping of the man’s finals breaths and the crimson blood were all too vivid for it to be a figme...
Submitted to Contest #54
Lies. The little monsters that haunt us every night. Keep us away from feeling good. Induce guilt in our hearts. Once they are released, you can never take them back. Lies are like bullets. When you pull the trigger, the bullet will fire. You cannot reverse your action. The bullet will strike your adversary. But sometimes, our hand slips, and we pull the trigger by mistake. Instead of hitting our foe, we hurt a companion. I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't. I told myself these words every night in hopes of pacifying the pain. But...
Submitted to Contest #38
She lived in an orphanage. Sad. Isolated. There was never any exciting news. Outside, the weather was tragic. The thunder boomed against the windows and the rain poured heavily. There was barely enough food for all the hungry stomachs.She wandered into the playroom. Tattered chairs and broken toys were spread out across the chilly floor. She dug deep into the blue toy box, hoping to find something. She stuck her hand farther into the box and rummaged around. Then she felt it. Her hand ran over something smooth and round. She carefully lifted...
Submitted to Contest #37
The leaves crunch under my feet as I step. The wind howls in my face. I keep my chin up and my hands grip the straps of my backpack. I'm wandering far. Far from home.I start to study the trees. They cast shadows on the moonlit path. The noises of the forest soothe me. My cheeks are flushed. The darkness takes me in, like a mother taking a child. I long to be home. But I am far from it.They never wanted me anyway. Treated me like a stray. Filched my heart from me. I envied my friends, who had such loving families. Tears made their way to my c...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear Diary,Hi! I'm Amberly, and Mama just bought you from the store. I can't wait to write in you every day. Tomorrow is the first day of second grade, and I'm super excited. I'm in the same class as my best friend, Rose. Our teacher is Mrs. Laila. Everyone says she is very nice. Well, I'm going to sleep.Nighty night,AmberlyDear Diary,The first day of fourth grade was so amazing! Rose baked the whole class delicious strawberry cupcakes, and our new teacher, Ms. Eastland, bought these pretty gel pens for the whole class! And guess what, I saw...
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