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Submitted to Contest #178
Francesca stared at the miraculous display of the gift shop's front window, her brown, doe-like eyes sparkling much like the glitter reflecting from the biodegradable, eco-friendly faux snow surrounding her. As of this moment, she would buy—in her humble opinion, that is—the greatest present of all time, better than any parent has gotten from a young child before. With a hum, she entered the small shop—hardly any bigger than her bedroom at home, really—and waved the shop clerk over. He must have been in either his teens or his early twenti...
Submitted to Contest #169
Mia Moore had always considered herself to be more of a dog person. That is, she got along well enough with her grandparents' little chihuahua, Cupcake, although that was basically the extent of her experience with animals of any sort. They simply were not something that crossed her mind very often—until the day she had a most dreadful breakup.She had been sitting upon the front steps of her porch, lamenting and glowering over her day, when a little black cat had just so happened to approach her, its eyes wide as it let out a sheepish meow, ...
Hildred Brasher had not walked home after school in many a year—probably not since his parents had his little sister, Zariah, and even less so when they had his even littler sister, Margaret. Which was a shame, really, because he had once truly and deeply loved these walks. They were just about as peaceful as his chaotic, violent mess of a life could possibly get, although that wasn't saying much.It wasn't that his parents were helicopter parents or anything of the sort. If anything, it was the precise opposite. They probably gave Hildred a ...
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