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Submitted to Contest #97
Cora sighed before grabbing another handful of popcorn. The romantic movie she had put on wasn’t enticing her at all, even though it was one of her favorites. It was her senior year prom and instead of experiencing the magic of secretly spiked punch, dancing with her girlfriends, and music loud enough to deafen her, she was at home. Originally, she was going to attend with her group of friends. Unfortunately, that plan crumbled in a matter of weeks. Penelope had been asked out by Luke, her crush of two years. There was no way she was g...
Submitted to Contest #96
Taking a deep breath, I looked at the girl sitting beside me on the train. “I liked it,” I blurted out. She turned to me in confusion. “Huh?” “I liked it,” I lamely repeated. “Uhh, what did you like?” Her face was kind as she indulged me. “Your painting. I saw it last week and overheard you talking to your friend on the phone about how you didn’t think it was that good. But I liked it.” Her face transformed, a smile lighting up her features. There was a twinkle of joy in her dark eyes as she ran a hand through her shoulder-length...
Submitted to Contest #95
All her life, Minerva had been cautious, indecisive. As she stared at Bryan on one knee in front of her, she cursed her mother. After all, it was all her fault. Her name meant intellect for God’s sake. As a result, she weighed every option, every decision in her life, whether big or small, like it could alter the course of her life. Bryan was patiently, lovingly, smiling up at her, waiting for her answer. His caramel hair shone in the sun and the blue of his eyes reminded Minerva of all the time they had spent at the beach over the co...
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