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Weekly Contest #88
Once upon a time… A real-life girl was in the prince’s garden. The gardner found her there and told her to leave, but the prince said it was quite all right and let her come inside the castle. She thought it would be lovely inside, but it was cold and dark and smelled of nightmares. The walls dripped with tears and the servants were all a shade of gray, their faces dull. The girl told him she must get back to her real-life mother and father, but the prince insisted she stay for dinner. Everyo...
My name is Pepper. P-E-P-P-E-R. Say it three times out loud. Whisper it to yourself. Make up a rhyme to remember it. I don’t care what you do. Call me Pepper, and nothing else. Not Mason. Not Jennifer. Not Jenny, not Kate, not Kat, not Katie or Katy or however else you can manage to spell Katie. Especially don’t call me Katherine. The name my parents gave me is Katherine Jennifer Mason. It’s not special, it’s not interesting, it doesn’t have a ring to it. I hated it from the beggining, so, o...
Weekly Contest #25
Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t. Move. I repeated the silent mantra as I took in shallow breaths, trying not to make too much noise. I could hear the woman’s footsteps, and the porch light clicked on. I braved a glance at the front door. It was creaking open, flooding the rickety porch with light. I pressed myself tighter against the house, praying that the woman on the porch wouldn’t see me, and ask why I was creeping around her yard with a knife in my back pocket. She turned her head m...
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