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Submitted to Contest #81
Daniel smoothened his scruffy hair, straightened his collar and buttoned his jacket. He was going to ask Lydia out, and nothing would mess up his chance of spending a few hours with his old crush. As he stepped out of the house, he remembered his mother's complaints on Lydia: that she wasn't rich, that she wouldn't be able to give Daniel a "proper" life. Daniel sighed. I'm not even sure whether she'll accept my request or not, and here Mom's grumbling about me spending my life with her, he thought, shaking his head. The arrival of an automo...
Come closer, children. Let me tell you a story about love, care, baking and of course; an enormous cookie. It will make your hearts pound and mouths water. If you like cookies, that is. The sun peeked from behind the curtains, and gaped at the cookie lying on the floor draped with a ginormous wrapper. The cookie was large. No, not large. It was ENORMOUS. The Bakers had created this. No, not "bakers". Bakers - the owners and hardworking creators of the best bakery shop in all of the country. In case you didn't know; let me tell you this. Th...
Submitted to Contest #71
Footsteps vibrated against the marble walls and bounced back towards the cobblestone street. Three figures appeared round the corner - two policemen with a young man in handcuffs were striding towards the police station. The handcuffed man was in his early twenties, with wavy blonde hair that dropped down till his shoulders. His eyes were brimming with tears, and he was trying his hardest not to break free of the firm policemen who were seizing him. 'For the thousandth time, I'm innocent,' he said in a trembling voice, shivering all over. 'S...
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