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If I remember correctly, it mustβve been a thursday. A cool autumn breeze blew through the doors, playfully shifting the doorbell from its rest. The tables were mostly empty, except for perhaps one couple, close by the window, bent over two cups of steaming coffee. I mustβve shivered a bit, at least once. I hate the cold. If I remember correctly, there was something different about that day. Maybe the breeze was colder than usual, maybe the leaves were kicked up by the wind more than yesterday. Maybe there was nothing peculiar at all about ...
βShh!β I creak open the door, slowly turning the knob. The window curtains flutter behind me, dove white ghosts billowing in the wind. Quickly, I scurry out the door, gesturing for my little sister, Susanne, to follow. Our steps are silent; I feel as if we are merely one with the wind. I peek into the room a few doors down, across the hall. My parents are both sleeping soundly. I tiptoe in, reaching over to the glass case in which a bejeweled golden crown sits. I lift the glass up gracefully, setting it down onto the table. I remove the c...
Weekly Contest #87
βThere!β I step back to look at my creation. βIt's perfect, isnβt it?β βYep,β my best friend, Oliver, pronounces. Right now, weβre standing on the front porch of my archnemesis, attempting to create what could soon be the biggest prank of all time. βFinally, weβll be able to make her pay!β And then, I hear it. The creak of the door, the sound of the doorknob turning, my unheard cries, theyβre all heard at once, and all happen in one swift movement. I hear it tip, here the water slosh and splash, and thenβ All ten gallons of water come d...
Weekly Contest #86
βLook! See?β My older sisterβs delicate fingers point to the ground. βI donβt see anything.β She points at the snow. I look closer. βI still donβt see it.β I say, crossing my arms. βLook! Donβt you see? The little sprout of green breaking the snow?β Finally, I see it. There, a small blade of grass, lodged between the bright white snow. βThis?β Itβs a bit, well, underwhelming. How could a tiny sprig of grass be the start of spring? βYes,β she says confidently. I can tell I have a bewildered look on my face, because she smiles and pulls ...
Weekly Contest #71
A small chime rang throughout the tiny bakery as Marcela slowly opened the creaky door, flecks of paint falling to the ground. The floor creaked underneath her feet as she studied the shop. Old porcelain sat upon dusty shelves, and bags of flour and sugar lay inside cabinets strung with cobwebs. Marcela reminisced of when the warm lights within the shop would radiate out into the cold bitterness of the world. Her dear grandfather would intone a Christmas carol, his voice a serenade in the quiet night. She sighed, wishing those days of bliss ...
Weekly Contest #70
Nine months. Thatβs how long Iβve been sitting in this dusty cell, hoping for a chance to see the light. The days are long and tiring, and I feel barely alive. I sigh, laying back on my flat mattress. I hear harsh footsteps, but I donβt look up. Is it lunch already? Then, I hear my cell door open, and two cops drag me out. βWhere am I going?β The cops ignore me and continue to drag me up the stairs, and then I see it: daylight. The golden sun gleams with light, as oranges and pinks dance around it. The sky is filled with the glorious, dewy m...
Weekly Contest #69
A light snow sprinkled the air as Renee stepped up to the door, thousands of thoughts circling her head. It had been so long since sheβd seen her family, but she didnβt know if she wanted to see them. Not after what had happened. She glanced through the window. She could see Christmas decorations shining and twinkling through the foggy glass. With a sigh, she mustered up the courage to knock, lifting her fist to the door. Renee could hear commotion from inside. Finally, the door opened, and an older lady stood in the doorway. She had brown...
Weekly Contest #68
It was a quiet fall evening, in which no birds sang, no cars hummed. The frigid air bit Abigailβs cheeks, and she shivered, wrapping her scarf tighter around her. The bright leaves looked like flames as they fell and piled up under the old oak she used to climb. Abigail let out another breath, warming the air around her. Finally, she stepped off the old creaky porch and headed down the well worn path to the woods. It had been twenty-four years since sheβd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Looking around at the trees and ...
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