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Aerin Rebecca ✨🌈

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Sacrificed Chance

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat, you know.”My hands reach for my feet, my chest brushing against my burning, flat legs as I complete the stretch. I keep my body in the stinging position until I finally let go with a deep breath. I gaze up at my best friend’s green eyes.“Don’t even deny it,” Mollie warns, swinging her arms to prepare for the semifinals of a race that will determine a life. She rolls her shoulders. “It’s obvious.”I sigh as I push to my feet. I shake the warm sand wedged between my bare toes off and mee...

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Out of Time

“THIS BLASTED ELEVATOR IS GOING TO GET US ALL BEHEADED!” The young boy hollers, kicking the sleek metal walls of the elevator. Worry and fury wrestle for control of his face, and it comes out as a yell while salty tears stream down his cheeks.“Ow, ow, ow,” he whimpers, his blue eyes swimming with more tears as the kid holds his hurt foot. “That door was too hard….” “Then don’t kick it,” the only other passenger suggests. His blond hair partially covers his chocolate-chip eyes as he stares down at the child.The younger boy snarls. “But w...

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Dear Mimi

January 5th Dear Mimi,I don’t really know how to start this. I hardly ever write letters, especially to old ladies who aren’t even going to read it. You're, what, a hundred years old? I’m fourteen, if you remember. I bet your old eyes are glazing over these small words, wondering what it says. Sorry, Mimi. You'll be getting a lot of letters. Writing these letters is supposed to be some kind of therapy for me. I don’t think this’ll work, anyway. Instead of writing in a journal, I’ll be writing one-way notes to you, my great-grandma, for ...

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Life Sentence

𝟹/𝟷𝟽/𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟶My cravings for Cheetos landed me in jail.My habit of avoiding people was my downfall.Being in the wrong place at the wrong time made it completely legal for the cops to stuff me in this dim, grimy cell forever.I hate my life.*Let me illustrate some before-and-afters. Before The Incident, going to the grocery store was another boring task. I didn’t like it much.After The Incident, grocery stories are dreaded places. For me, SayedStore is the equivalent of breaking a mirror, as I walk under a ladder, with black cats criss-crossi...

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Cruel Spell and a Cruel Joke

Author’s note: this story is a prequel to, and uses the same characters as ‘Can You?’ (kind of) and ‘A Recipe for Disaster’. This story can be understood on its own, but you might want to read ‘a Recipe for Disaster’ first to gain better understanding! Enjoy!I trace my fingers across the intricately carved wood. Why are coffins so pretty? This one is made of smooth, shiny redwood, engraved with images of frolicking animals and a young lady casting a spell. The young lady symbolizes my mother, I guess. Now I want to smack the coffin-carv...

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A Recipe For Disaster

Author’s note: this story uses the same character’s as my previous story, ‘Can You?’. While it’s perfectly fine to read this story by itself, it might be more enjoyable and maybe more sense if you read ‘Can You?’ first. Thanks for reading, and ENJOY!~*~ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕖~*~“How’re you holding up?” Samantha whispers.“Could be better,” I reply.My gaze wanders over the multi-purpose room. We don’t have prom in ninth grade—we have a ‘DJ Dance Party’. It’s exactly what it sounds like: ninth graders pile into our glammed-up cafeteria, with the tables pu...

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The Choosings—Part 2

Weekly Contest #56

I take deep breaths in a futile effort to calm myself. You’re here—you’ve succeeded. Why are you scared, Juniper? The moon spirits won’t hurt you. You’re their slave. Calm down.I rechannel my deep breath into a drawn-out sigh as I glance around for the millionth time. I’m shut in a box—or at least, it feels that way compared to my airy bedroom. This place is a small room made of all metal. I’m shackled to a chair in the eerily quiet space. When I volunteered as a tribute, my dad protested. He’s the king, but he still can’t do anything b...

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The Choosings—Part 1

Weekly Contest #55

I sigh as I pluck my red sharpie from the magnetic holder stuck to my fridge. I bite the cap off and cross off today on my calendar.My eyes wander a box over, twenty-four hours from today. It’s the day I turn fourteen. It’s also the day of the Choosings.I have mixed feelings about my birthday. Not my birthday, exactly—I love my birthday. The thing I have mixed feelings about is the day it falls on—Mitzi 1st, the first day of the new year.The day where there’s a new Chosen One.I decide my feelings of the Choosings override my excitement of my...

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Can You?

~*~𝒮𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒶~*~My green eyes throw a panicked glance as the timer ticking away on Ms. Kara’s desk. It’s practically a bomb: when it runs out, we have to turn in our final exams for biology. Three minutes. Three minutes ‘till the test is over.I hastily jot down my name down at the top of my paper. It’s fast but neatly stenciled down: 𝒮𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒶 𝒯𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓈. I wouldn’t dream of inking a messy signature: I’m a star student, after all.Oops. Sorry if that sounded braggy. (Wouldn’t want to be a Todd Flint.) But it’s true—I've been at Hawkings since k...

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Shape-Shifter Squad

Weekly Contest #55

“IIIIII HATE HIM!”Crash.“HE’S A JERK!”Bang.“I HOPE HE FALLS INTO A HOLE AND DIES!”Smash.“AARRRRRRRRRRGH!”I hurl my fist down on one more hollow wooden sphere and smile at the extremely loud but totally satisfying CRASH. My brows pinched with fury, I throw the remains of the ball down and stomp around the counselor’s office. As I survey the wreckage, the anger drains away and I slump into the sofa.“Ughhh,” I moan as I smush my face into a decorative pillow. “Au….Audrey? Are you all right?” A warm voice calls from above me.“Leave me alone...

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Just Give Him a Second Chance

Weekly Contest #54

“Just give him a second chance!” Paxton pleads.“Never!” I cry. “Mark will die in those chains tomorrow!”I dramatically point to the left floor, where Levi sits, hunched over his bound limbs. Paxton approaches me. “But why?!”“You know why! He killed my sister, my beloved Isa. Now he will pay the price!”“It was an accident!” Paxton exclaims. “If you give him a second chance, Mark’ll fix this, I swear!”I snarl. “You can't fix dead, Vayd. Mark’ll be done for in a day, and you’ll join him if you don’t leave!”Paxton’s eyebrows pinch together....

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The Heart of the Matter

Weekly Contest #54

“POETRY SUCKS!”The shout finally bursts out of me as I grab my paper and try to dramatically slam it down. It generally flutters to the ground, so I groan, pick it back up, and rip it into shreds of failed poetry.“Zeke,” Samara sighs, “poetry does not suck.”“Does so!”“Does not!” She huffs.We exchange arguments for a couple moments—because my best friend and I are just so mature at fourteen years old. “Poetry sucks,” I repeat, “and you can’t change my mind on that.”“Poetry is an amazing art of expressing your emotions. Why do you hate it...

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Melting Is Deadly

Weekly Contest #53

The popsicle is going to kill me.Not directly. No, it’s the heat plus the popsicle that will end me.I remember those times when a popsicle melting was mildly annoying. Less to be eaten, more to be cleaned. It dripped down my leg, leaving a sticky trail of artificial flavoring.Now, the popsicle melting is deadly.I gulp and try to calm myself as it melts a little more. Because…  Every drip that slides off shaves more time off my life.Every drop means I get closer to perishing.Every little bit of cherry ice that dares melt makes me cl...

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The Delights Of Magic Ice

Weekly Contest #53

“Uuuugh, nothing is possible!”The words fly out of my mouth as I fling my sweaty arms in the air. The sofa is damp and uncomfortable against my damp and uncomfortable back. “The AC will never start working, I will never stop sweating gallons, and THIS FREAKIN’ HEAT WAVE WILL NEVER END!”“Carson,” Ron emphasized, “be more, uh…positive.”“Dude, you were complaining a second ago.”“At least I wasn’t saying nothing was possible! That’s dark for a 17-year-old.”“But it's true.”I hauled myself up into a sitting position and slouched against the sofa. ...

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Jax Off Ash (Part I)

Weekly Contest #52

Author’s note: Once again, this story has the same characters as my first short story, Rebel Prince. Also my third short story, A Poem By A Star (No, Literally). This isn’t Part Three, so you’ll understand it just fine on it’s own, but you might want to read Rebel Prince and A Poem By A Star (No, Literally) first to gain better understanding and enjoy this more!“What on Ash?” I stared at the thing in Arava’s hand and my mouth dropped open.“No,” she teased. “Not on Ash.”“Whaddya mean?” I scrunched my face up. “And why are you holding a skull?...

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