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Submitted to Contest #53
Timmy’s popsicle lay melting on the sidewalk where he dropped it. Sara’s backpack sat inside the treehouse where she left it. Connor’s soccer ball rolled to a stop, forgotten as he ran with his siblings towards home. Dread motivated them to run faster and longer than they had ever done before. What started as a lazy summer day at the park down the block was interrupted by sirens, black smoke, and shattering windows. Even from the park, the children coul...
Submitted to Contest #49
Sara didn’t want to wait in the waiting room. She hated waiting. It was the most boring thing ever. But she wasn’t allowed in the doctor’s office, being a non-magical person and all. So after checking her brother into the Emergency Room for Magical Mishaps, she had to take a seat in the waiting room and wait. She hated waiting. No, she detested waiting, especially when her brother had done something stupid and broken his arm and now she had to wait for ...
Submitted to Contest #48
Robert Michael took a seat in the lobby of the research laboratory. Before he had much of a chance to look around, the tall, thin figure of Doctor Thorp walked up to him with quick strides and an outstretched hand. “Welcome, Mr. Michael! I am so happy you could join us here today. Please, follow me to my office.” Robert followed the doctor through several se...
Submitted to Contest #47
You check the time on your cell phone. It is almost 6:30 PM. Perfect. You will arrive fashionably late, just like you planned. Afterall, who wants to arrive on time to their own funeral? As you walk down the hallway leading to the sitting room, you take a moment to pause in front of a mirror and admire your stylish outfit. You haven’t seen yourself look this stunni...
Submitted to Contest #46
Christopher was preparing to take a bite of breakfast when his cell phone beeped. Christopher eagerly dropped his toast and scrambled to check the notification; it was his email. The subject line told him all he needed to know: Your package has been delivered. “Honey! It’s here!” he yelled to his wife as he scrambled to put on his sandals. He ran to the mailbox, practically tripping over himself in excitement. He yanked open the door and there was a package underneath several envelopes. Christopher ripped open the unremarkable brown paper a...
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