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Submitted to Contest #321
George liked to keep the blinds open in the evenings. It was perfect for the plants on the windowsill to get the sun and moon they needed. Though he wasn’t even sure if the plants needed moonlight. Most people defended themselves from the dark, but George insisted on the open window. Behind his cover up, the truth was he liked the house across the street. More so he liked to watch it. It was built of brick, a dusty red color that reminded him of the toast he usually burns. The windows were rectangular and perfect, the drapes always sitting i...
Submitted to Contest #219
“Let’s go, Amara. We need to get out of here.” All of a sudden a siren starts to go off. A hidden door in the wall flies open and we see a lot of guards with swords and weapons ready to kill us. We run through the door we are now standing by and run quickly down the hallway. Andrew is holding onto my hand and dragging me because he can run way faster than me. We make sharp turns around the corners and I bang into the walls sometimes when I lose my balance. We finally reach the door to the dungeon hallway and burst through it. We conti...
Submitted to Contest #218
The very loud music blasts through the speakers spread throughout the room. I have a red solo cup in my hand filled with the pungent smell of alcohol. I have to push my way past groups of people dancing, kissing and some even collapsed on the ground surrounded with their drink that they spilled. The heat of their bodies radiate onto me. I lift myself onto my toes to try and see over the crowd of people where my friend went. When my heels reconnect with the floor, I take a sip of my drink and keep walking. Eventually I make it to the f...
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