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Submitted to Contest #64
“Welcome, welcome, children, to the School of the Intelligent! You have been chosen, out of fifteen million twelve-year-olds, for your courage and determination, and of course, your intelligence.” The lady in the front called to the small crowd of twenty students. She was wearing a long emerald green silk dress decorated with pearls. Her blond hair was tied in a tight bun that matched with her gold earrings. “I am your headmistress, Caroline Colley. Now, lessons will begin tomorrow, but today, you will be having an orientation with one of th...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The entire morning, I’d stayed outside, guarding the small pile of leaves that the gardener had raked. I absolutely refused to go inside, because if I did, the gardener would burn the leaves. But here I was, staring at the pile of leaves that were bursting into flames. I was angry at myself for even going inside in the first place. “How could you?!” I yelled to the gardener in despair. Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed a bucket from my sister’s sandpit and poured water i...
“This is boring, Elizabeth,” Caleb, my best friend, complained rather loudly as we were walking towards the grove of apple trees. We were where I lived, a farm that was about ten kilometers away from our school. Caleb lived closer to the school than I did, only a kilometer away, but he often came over because my house was a lot cooler (he hasn’t admitted that yet, but I’m sure he’s thinking it). Caleb loves pies, especially apple pies, so when I needed to go apple picking, I immediately called him so we could get the apples together. ...
Submitted to Contest #62
“A time capsule,” said Mary in disbelief. “This is the greatest plan in the world?”Mary’s light, scarlet-colored hair obscured the view of her frown, but Jack could still tell it was clearly there. Her straight hair normally was tied messily into a bun, but it was never a good bun because hair always kept on getting in her face. Mary straightened her navy-blue shirt and moved her light blue skirt away from a puddle of water.“I know you’re annoyed,” said Jack. “Clearly,” grumbled Mary.Jack rolled his amber-colored eyes. “Very funny. Anyw...
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