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Submitted to Contest #88
“Potter!”I was trying to find a spot next to the old equipment with the hopes of going unnoticed during training when I heard Karl Anderson’s booming voice. I froze as a jolt of terror swept through me. Karl was the sadistic narcissist who had made my life hell ever since I joined the Charistulian Academy. I was horrified when I came back from summer vacation and found that he was part of the school’s staff. I had to call him Mr Anderson every time I addressed him, feeding his already enormous ego. Whenever he paid any kind of attention...
Submitted to Contest #87
Jerry drew in a deep breath and pulled back the curtain so he could get a peek into the hall. He grew pale when he saw that there were at least two dozen kids already seated and more were making their way through the door. He let go of the curtain and turned quickly, releasing the breath, he had been holding out of sheer necessity. Greg’s lips twitched as he watched his petrified brother. For a moment, he just stood there. He stared at nothing until he broke into a sweat. Then he unwittingly began to wring his hands and pace around the room ...
Submitted to Contest #81
A black blanket begins to cover the sky and I watch as the stars gradually litter it. A cool breeze blows as if to erase all memory of the day’s heat. I welcome it with a whistle that matches its rhythm. “You’ll catch a cold, my dear.” A voice interrupts my cheery melody. The wind carries it in wave-like motions bringing it close enough to touch then snatching it back before I can. I know the voice too well. I would recognize it anywhere. “David.” A smile makes its way on my face involuntarily despite my grief. It was a dream. It had to be....
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