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Weekly Contest #79
I lost my city in the light of day,Thick smoke, helicopter blades,Heaven and earth never moved so fast,you'll never know the fear your mama has... The city was coming down before our very eyes. There were about five of us running together, all keeping each other propelled forward by the backs of our jackets. I had Franchesca and Robbie’s jacket collars gripped tightly in my hands, my sweating palms making me dig my nails into the fabric out of fear that they would slip through my fingers. Nicol and Andre had their own grip on me, one ha...
Julia had imagined this interaction a thousand times. Her mom would show up, or her dad would show up; maybe both. The scenario would change for her every time. Sometimes, in her head, she would open the door and be hostile. Yell. Insult. Disparage. Make the situation as absolutely painful as she possibly could for those who had caused her so much pain. Other times she imagined sitting in her bedroom, listening anxiously as her partner handled her parents. Other times, she imagined just calling the cops so they’d get off her doorstep and be ...
Weekly Contest #62
“Have you visited the Oracle again recently?” “No, why?” “Well, what if you forget something? About, y’know…” “Please,” I sighed with exasperation, pushing my hair out of my face. “I’ve been told my future since birth. I know what to avoid. Not that I’m so sure it’ll happen anyway.” My friend, Amani, watched me nervously as I hopped up on a rock wall, just trying to show how much I really cared. Which is to say, little. “Besides,” I added. “Isn’t like, believing in that stuff just manifesting it? Like I mean, if I were to take everything...
Weekly Contest #53
“Whew, sure is hot.” Archie sighed, wiping his bangs out of his face. It was his last day of summer before he headed off to Wisconsin for college. Even now, he couldn’t really believe he was going to Wisconsin, the cheese state of all places, for school. Touring it had been okay, and he was looking forward to seeing what a cooler climate was like, but other than that, he was trying to make the most of his last day of summer. His popsicle dripped on his hand, reminding him to make haste before the frozen treat fell off the stick. Archi...
Weekly Contest #52
I remember it was really bright outside when I left for the store. The colors of the sky, grass, and trees were vibrant, as if someone had turned up the saturation to two hundred. Even the brown and red of the houses shone bright in the mid-morning sun. It didn’t take me long to drive to the store, considering it was only fifteen minutes away from my apartment. I could tell my shopping trip would be quick too, judging by the lack of cars in the parking lot. I even was lucky to find a parking spot close to the entrance. Inside th...
Weekly Contest #50
“Ugh, I’m bored.” Chase moaned, sprawled on a beanbag in her treehouse. She was accompanied by her best friend, Nico, who was also laying on a beanbag and futilely trying to fan himself with a couple of coloring pages that had been left on the treehouse floor. The treehouse was stuffy from sitting in the hot sun all day, the tree's leaves doing little to deflect the sun’s rays away from the wooden structure, and both kids were racking their brains for ways to cool themselves down as well as entertain them. “We could… turn the treehouse into...
Hugo Allard will never leave me alone, Irene thought to herself with annoyance. She was starting to get tired of him following her all the time. Through the halls at school, on the street they shared, he even sat behind her in classes, or a table away at the library. He was doing it now too, as they walked home from their bus stop. He was laughing with some of his friends and talking with them, but when Irene looked over her shoulder Hugo was also looking right back at her. “Hugo,” she said suddenly, whirling around to face him. “What...
Weekly Contest #47
You look out the window, and, not for the first time that day, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been. “But then again,” you reason with yourself, “This is Missouri, and they hardly get the forecast right anyway. I should really stop putting so much stock into what the news anchors say.” You pulled your rubber red boots and sickly green raincoat on and stopped to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. You are unusually pale today, but you supposed that was just the effect of hallway lighting and ugly green coat ...
It is a bright summer afternoon, and it is about half past two now. You are sitting in the bay window of your mother’s house, contentedly reading a book as you occasionally glance up at the cul de sac before you. In this cozy little community you feel safe, and a little sheltered from the outside world. You glance out the window for the one source of contact to your outside world; the mail. You are obsessed with the mail. This may stem from getting birthday cards as a kid and watching Blues Clues get excited for the mail. Sometimes you stil...
Weekly Contest #46
Ellie May jumped out of her mom’s car and into the driveway of her friend, Susan’s, house. “Bye Mom!” She shouted, before slamming the sliding van door shut and racing to the front door. Writer’s circle was her favorite part of the day, and she couldn’t wait for it to start. Susan was waiting for her by the door, and swung it open, leaning out of it while keeping her feet inside. “Hey Ellie May! Come on in! We’re about to start!” “Thanks for waiting!” Ellie May puffed, slipping off her shoes and placing them neatly in the little shoe alco...
Weekly Contest #44
“I’ve always wanted to be a pilot.” “Really?” Judah and Katie lay in the grass in front of Judah’s house. Both had been best friends for as long as either could remember, and grew closer each year they spent together. “Yeah, it’s just always interested me. The mechanics, the different types of planes, helping people, everything. My grandfather was a pilot at some point too, y’know. I think that’s also where I get that from.” “And so the models in your room, they’re not just from some bygone phase like horse girls?” Katie teased, rollin...
Weekly Contest #43
Once upon a time, there lived a young princess named Evelina. She was beloved by those in her kingdom, and was seen as kind and thoughtful by those she encountered. She was around the age of fifteen when, quite unexpectedly, she was transformed into a dragon! It all happened on a normal day for Princess Evelina. That morning she ate scrambled eggs with salt and pepper, buttered toast sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar, and special mango juice freshly squeezed from her mother’s garden. Over breakfast, she was deciding with her nanny, Bridgit, ...
Weekly Contest #42
My best friend is a ghost.We met when I moved into her family’s old estate a couple seasons ago. My mother, Pamela Wirth, and her sister, Patricia Aberforth (recently married out of the Wirth family name), are house flippers. They take old estates from families, make them look modern, and then resell them for a fortune. Vivika told me she doesn’t mind. I asked her since I know from some stories that ghosts dislike when people mess with their resting places. It wasn’t until today that I was fully informed that the house is not, in fact, Vivik...
One bright, ninety-degree summer morning, two brothers played basketball in an apartment division basketball court. Their names were Atlas and Apollo. Their similarities only stretched to appearances; their brown curls tangled together with the antics of boyhood, their dark skin becoming darker with the heat of the sun. On a day such as this, Apollo felt light as a feather, while Atlas felt that he had the world on his shoulders. “Apollo,” he said, holding their ball captive for a minute as he tried to get his thoughts off his chest. “...
Weekly Contest #40
“Do all dragons breathe fire?” “Not all of them, I don’t think.” “What about this one?” “How am I supposed to know dummy? We just found it!” The sleeping little dragon peeked an amber eye at the two squabbling boys perched above its nest. The scales glinted a prism of colors in the late afternoon sun, bathing the trees around in little rainbows. One of the boys stood up with his hands on his hips, looking at the dragon decisively. “Well, I think it’s been abandoned. And we need to take care of it now. Michael, give me your jacket.” “Why my j...
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