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Submitted to Contest #302
The Bull “If you are done eating your breakfast, go out and play while the older girls clean up,” said Aunt Nora to the little girl. Whap, whap went her skipping rope as she skipped around the dirty yard. Boring, she thought, dropping the rope as she looked around the dusty, dirty farm yard. I hope Martha gets to come out soon. She usually thinks of something interesting to do. At home, I would be playing with my best friend, Lynn. Stepping over the rope, she wandered into the barnyard. As she stood on her tiptoes looking through the un...
Submitted to Contest #288
Tears Ping. Ping. Her eyes closed, sitting on the edge of the examination bed, she listened as pieces of gravel hit the metal bowl. “Sorry, sorry,” the student nurse’s soft voice filtered into her hazy mind. “Some were stuck. Close your eyes while I spritz some water on your face.” She said, holding up a spray bottle. “Let me know if it hurts.” “She probably is rinsing the blood away to see the gravel better.” “No problem. Do whatever you must,” she mumbled through...
Rainbows and Dragons Stepping into the room felt like entering a magical world. Outside everything was pure chaos. Typical high school life: go to class, the bell rings, leave the classroom, head to your locker, swap textbooks, and then race to the next classroom before the bell rings again. This was the world she had just left behind. Being the last student to arrive, as the bell rang, she turned to close the door. That was when she saw it. The largest, brightest rainbow in the world, or so she thought. It started on the floor, arched over ...
Submitted to Contest #285
I Remember…. I remember the first time he fell. We were on a family vacation. I turned six that summer. My parents had rented a cabin at a lake for the week. What an exciting week it had been. Our family, who lived in a small rural town in the middle of the Alberta prairies, had never been to a lake. Lots of sloughs but never a lake. Later I learned my father, as a child, had spent many summers at a different lake. At home, my father and grandfather owned the town’...
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