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Submitted to Contest #62
The bottles in Oswald's handa clinked when he walked inside the room, trying hold all of them, without dropping any. He tightened his grip with his left hand, and stretch his right hand, trying to put a bottle filled with pink on a high shelf, standing on his toes. Eventually he managed to reach the shelf. He couldn't wait to grow up and finally get tall. Every time he asked Warwick if he could help him get taller, Warwick told him to wait. He always told him to wait. Whenever he asked about learning magic, going outside or an...
Submitted to Contest #59
Max sat inside the weird box, his head outside the hole, watching the world moving backward and disappearing. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind on his fur. [ "Vivian, please hold Max and make sure he won't jump outside the car." Angelica said to her daughter in the back seat, worried. ] Max opened his eyes, when he heard his name, turning his head, to look at Vivi, wondering. [ "Come on Max." Vivian said, holding Max and getting him away from the window. ] Vivi pet his head and picked him up, making some weird noises, that his na...
Submitted to Contest #58
Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts Kara pressed the buttons on the intercom's panel, trying to keep holding the plastic bags that started to slip between her fingers. She opened the glass door, holding it with her leg while putting the bags on the floor inside the building. She pressed the button, calling the elevator, the door slammed behind her. She let out a long breath, and picked her bags, trying to hold them all. She watched the elevator's door awkwardly holding way too many bags than what she is capable to. Ding. ...
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