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Weekly Contest #66
She sat looking at the window with a cup of tea, too tired to smile. Not even enough energy to focus on the people walking beyond the glass or cars that zipped by with no mind to the speed limit. Finally, she had made it. A shop of her own, her own little bookstore on main street. Her lifelong dream: complete. She thought back on everything that it had taken her to get here. Never missing a day of high school, though her freshman year had taken her mother by car accident and her junior year had taken her little sister by an ov...
Weekly Contest #62
Before I was born my mother was given a warning. "The blood of your first born daughter will be on the hands of your first born son." This warning was given to her by a witch. A witch who also just so happened to be my grandmother. Now, my mother had never been particularly close to her mother, more of a Daddy’s Girl, but when she was told this it only pushed them further apart. My mother refused to believe that my grandmother’s warning was only to scare her away from marrying my father, a wealthy landowner in the next t...
Weekly Contest #48
Dear Future Self, What I have is called the Gift. According to many people, the Gift is… well, exactly that. A gift. I’ve heard it has many different names, a blessing, a superpower, but the most popular is the Gift. To me the Gift is a little too narrow of a name. It implies that there is only one, or only one type. THE Gift. When in reality, the Gift is different for everyone. The school I go to, Beeler’s Academy, is for those who have the Gift. There’s only, maybe, 150 of us. And everyone’s is different. Ava-Grace always hit her...
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