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Submitted to Contest #116
Ned searched frantically around the pool. Maybe he could find enough change to buy an ice cream, at this point anything would help. He stole a quick glance back to where his best friend was sitting wrapped in a towel. Asher was shaking despite the warmth of the day, it didn’t look like he was going to stay conscious much longer. Ned kept up his desperate search, wondering how things could have gone so wrong.****The morning had started just like dozens of other hot summer days. Ned rose from his bed a little past nine in the morning and found...
Submitted to Contest #98
I make my way up the stone walkway that leads to the front of my mother’s house. The path cuts through the manicured lawn that stretches out in front of the ivory façade with its large gapping red entrance. She has taken exceptional care to restore the house to its former glory, even the old basketball hoop I installed over the garage has been removed and the paint has been redone to eliminate any imperfections.I still remember the day we moved into this house. The summer before I started high school my parents decided to move out of our mod...
Submitted to Contest #67
“Carson, your grandfather escaped this morning!” my mother’s voice is shaking with panic when I answer the phone.“Escaped seems a bit dramatic don’t you think?” I say playfully. “I mean, seriously, it’s a nursing home not a maximum-security prison.” “I am not being dramatic. I have no idea how he managed to get out of there alone…” her thought trails off for a minute before she screeches into the phone: “Carson, did you help him escape?”“First off, it was far too easy to be considered an escape.” I can hear her grinding her teeth on the...
Submitted to Contest #65
I pull my phone out of my pocket as I turn the ignition in my car. The screen lights up the interior and I see three voice mails from Cassie. I dial her number as I throw the car into drive. “Mason, where the hell are you?” the anger in her voice amplified over the speakers when she answers on the second ring. “Abigail is losing it, she won’t even get her costume on because she doesn’t want to go without you.”“I know, I’m leaving base now. Just tell Abigail to get her costume on I’ll be there shortly.” I speed out of the parking lot hoping ...
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