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Weekly Contest #230
“It appears I’m being deported for the summer,” Ella told Nina. “Or should I consider it exiled?” “I would love to spend the summer in New York City, but I’m stuck here playing nanny, nurse, chef, and housekeeper to Dr. Markam’s family,” said Nina. “No worries, Nina. I rather prefer the company of strangers,” Ella said staring out her bedroom window down at Michael’s garage. How could he have left like he did? Vanished without any indication of his plans. Ella thought they connected that day. For the past year, Michael and Ella sh...
Weekly Contest #223
Dr. Melissa Hines turned off the light on her desk and headed to the door when four seniors burst into her office. Faces white-like sheets with looks of sheer terror, the students spoke all at once in such loud voices, that Dr. Hines had to use one of her ear-splitting whistles to get their collective attention. “Now then, Bethany, you go first,” Dr. Hines said in her calm librarian voice. “It’s Luis, Dr. Hines, he’s missing. He came to the library last night and no one has seen him since,” said Bethany, a tall girl with long dark hair p...
Weekly Contest #67
“What street did you say it was on?” Colette asked the man at the other end of the line? “There is no Antoine Street in the French Quarter,” Colette thought to herself then realized she was speaking out loud. “I didn’t tell you it’s in the French Quarter, girlie. I told you it was in the Bywater,” the man snapped back in his thick Yat accent. The Bywater? I hate the Bywater with all the Bohemian residents. They never take baths or wash their hair. They look like the denizens of Paris during the French Revolution. I feel like I am stuck with...
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