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***Actually meant for the last contest, but I didn't get to submit it in time. For contest #179 End your story with a kiss at midnight. ________________________________________________________ “Here comes your Ken, Barbie.” I roll my eyes. Abbey’s reference to Spencer and me was laughable. And just because we were both blonde, she’s now calling us Barbie and Ken. I turn around. Spencer is, in fact, walking towards us. “I’m not looking for a relationship, guys.” Hannah snorts. “Says the person who’s been eyeing every hot guy on the stre...
Weekly Contest #142
“May I help you?” I startled slightly, swivelling around to face the deep voice that addressed me. I come face to face – or rather, face to chest – with a guy. He might’ve been around my age, about 17 or a bit older, with black mussed-up hair and tired eyes. “I’m looking for the librarian,” I say meekly, hiding behind a curtain of my hair. His eyes lit up, apparently amused. “Never seen a librarian so young, have you?” His taunting tone grated my nerves, and I grimaced. “I was hoping to find someone that fits the description, you know? ...
Weekly Contest #130
Cady Goff The red stains white, ruining the purity of its colorless transparency. The once beautiful dress became nothing but rags at my feet. Tears stream down my face in silent cries, washing the dirt of several days off my skin. My head snaps up as I hear thundering hoofbeats echoing in the otherwise silent forest. Climbing off the side of the road and into the bushes, I breath in deeply as my hiccuping sobs slow. The hoofbeats sound closer, and as they near I hold my breath, my eyes tighten in anticipation and my heartbeat pounds in my...
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