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Weekly Contest #92
No one had ever been able to live in the house for more than a week. Most said it haunted, but they didn't know the meaning of the word. Yet. They hadn't met me. It was sunny the day we moved. It was wrong, to have the sun, a symbol of happiness, shining on such a day as this one. It was just my dad and me. My mom had died a mysterious death. My dad still had no idea what happened. I did. But he didn't know that. There was a lot he didn't know. It was easier that way. We drove up the dirt road in our truck. Dust kicked out the back, hiding...
Weekly Contest #68
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. It was their sixteenth birthday. They were going to get their abilities and leave the orphanage for the last time. If only that was how the world worked. The twins woke up within `15 seconds of each other. They'd been doing that for as long as they could remember. They fell asleep together and they woke up together. It was just one of those twin things. Asha woke up first this time and she jumped straight out of bed like she'd been given a shot of straight caffeine. She was bouncing ...
Weekly Contest #67
As a wave of unexpected misery hit, the books tumbled to the ground. For a moment the girl just stared in shock. Then she knelt down and began stacking her books and collecting loose papers. The door to the classroom opened and all of the students filed in. Except for the girl. She remained on the ground collecting her belongings. When all of the binders were stacked, she attempted to stand up, but the exhaustion that had caused the books to tumble from her arms had sapped her strength. Her breath started coming in short, heaving bursts,...
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