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Weekly Contest #49
You what?!” An angry mother hollered. Her husband stood next to her, laughing. She gave him an angry glare. “Don’t encourage her!” she said coldly. Their daughter in front of them sighed and rolled her baby blue eyes. “It was really nothing, mom,” she said dully. “Of course it was something! You laughed when a kid threw a dictionary at your math teacher!” Her mother’s normally calm demeanor had withered away and was replaced by the angry-mom vibe that everyone hated. The vibe carried on through the entire house. Sara, her...
Weekly Contest #48
A girl ran barefoot, light as a whisper across the forest floor. Her long caramel hair bounced in their pigtail braids, the sun shone in her happy forest green eyes as it peeked around trees. She was running with the deer, leaping over logs, climbing quickly in and out of fallen trees, splashing through the river, laughing, smiling with her pearly teeth, joyfully splashing into the mud, and finally landing in the meadow. With one hurdle, she rolled down the hill, landing at the foot of a stag...
Weekly Contest #44
“Alright, Peter, your turn,” Tom said slowly, distracted by the race car game the three boys were playing. Peter looked away from the screen and thought for a moment. “Something different about myself, right?” he clarified. The boy to his right, Bradly, added, “Unusual. Something unusual.” An idea popped into his head, “Oh! I like to draw. You guys don’t know that about me,” Tom seemed surprised. “Really?” he asked. “I should have known you were a softy.” While Bradly snickered, Peter was offended. “I am not a s...
Dear Diary, “Bye!” was the last thing I said to Toryn. She had waved and called back, “See you soon!” I haven’t seen Toryn in a while, so it was nice going over to her house and having a bonfire. My whole family came and we hung out with all of her family. It was really nice to get out of the house. I was pretty excited to see her again soon. The trip home was a decently long one, about thirty minutes. The whole time I was staring out my window into the darkness outside. Before, I had see...
Weekly Contest #43
I hate being shy. I hate when people treat you differently because they realize you're shy. I wish I could pick up the courage to change myself. Better yet, someone could hand me a slab of courage and bam, I’d be courageous enough to change myself for the better. My mother always says, “Oh, Charlotte, you look so pretty,“ and “Oh, Charlotte, I bet everyone wants to talk to you at school.” My father always says, “Darling, you need to get over your fears,” and “Darling, learn to speak louder.” But my parents don't realize.&nb...
Weekly Contest #42
I waited. I sat on the porch step, listening to the countryside around me. I always sat here, on this step. In my room were tons of Polaroid pictures of me sitting with my dad, sitting with my mom, sitting with my grandparents, my friends, and my dog. My wonderful, amazing dog. My mom always said we were like two peas in a pod—and we were. My dog and I did everything together. We slept together, we played together, we ate together, we travelled to...
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