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Submitted to Contest #53
I had spent the day with my friends from high school. I always wondered who would be my friends when I got older. Like, would I keep in contact with my high school friends through college or, am I gonna be friends with my college buddies for the rest of my life. What about that kid I met in elementary school that I STILL know? Or my BFF from middle school? Every person I met as a kid I thought was gonna be an eternal friend, but how would it really turn out? My parents already have different friends from even when I was a kid, how did they e...
Submitted to Contest #48
Emma’s eyes sparkled as she intently listened to her teachers smooth words, telling the story of her new hero. Her classmates around her laid on their notebooks or doodled absentmindedly onto the desks. Her history class usually resembled a sleepy meadow with her colorful personality popping up in curiosity. Later that day she climbed up into her mom’s car and she spoke unnecessarily loudly saying, “I’m gonna be a people helper someday!” She sat down in the chair of a sterile hallway, her thoughts far from that moment of passion 15 years ...
Submitted to Contest #45
I slammed the book down on my bed and looked away. Tears in my eyes. The tears felt cool on my face, but in my heart they felt like knives digging into my skin. The pieces of my life seemed to crash together and break into a million pieces as I looked into the life of another. I thought about just picking up my phone and forgetting about all the stuff I had read in that book, but something in me said to pick up the book again. That it was my duty to read it, in honor of the people who lived through it. I opened it up and started reading. Aft...
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