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Charisa Tullos

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Many Summers Ago (chapter four)

    “Hey, cut it out!” I screamed playfully as Amelia continuously splashed me.     “Not until you surrender yer vessel, ye matey!” Amelia declared in a pirate voice.     “Never, ye scalawag!” I mimicked her accent and giggled.     “Arrr! Then this means war! Prepare to be boarded!”      At that moment, Amelia climbed onto my inner tube and created waves that made me feel like I was about to fall off the inner tube.     I screamed like a young chil...

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Left or Right (chapter three)

   When I reached the fork in the tunnel, I had no idea what to do! Should I go to the left or the right? I had no idea, and I felt like my luck had run dry.   “Oh, Amelia!” I cried aloud. “Amelia, where are you?”   I shook my head vigorously. I blinked my eyes several times and bit my lip. I would not allow myself to cry again. I would not! I took a huge breath in and let it out with a huff.   I looked at each identical path. Identical is the perfect—and unfortunate—word to describ...

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The Broken Window (chapter two)

    After crying for a little longer, I took a deep breath and stood up.     I wiped my eyes of tears and smoothed down my hair. I tossed my head in determination and took a step slowly, cautiously as if afraid of what might happen next.      I decided to walk at a slightly brisk pace, concerning my current situation. With Amelia lost—or at least not with me any more—I was on my own, but that didn’t suit me; I had to find my sister.     I tugged on the edge of my shirt and bit ...

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Escape (chapter one)

    There was just something about the way the branch tapped against the glass window next to me—there was just something about the way the wind howled just outside the glass window—there was just something about the way the lightning flashed just outside the glass window—there was just something about the way the rain pelleted against the glass window—that made me want to scream. So I did.     Just as I felt my voice start to fade, the door to the mysterious room that I was in opened.      “...

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Lesson Learned

Weekly Contest #96

    DING, DONG!     I strolled over to the front door and peered through the window to see who was there. An oddly dressed man stood on my welcome mat. Yes, oddly dressed are the perfect words defining this man’s appearance; he wore a fancy shirt and vest with a tie with workout shorts and tennis shoes, and half of his hair was combed and slicked back while the other half was tangled and shaggy.     Nonetheless, I opened the door to greet him.     “Hello,” I smiled, “how may I help ...

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Only June First

Weekly Contest #96

    Eleven year old McKenna Smith, half lying half sitting on the bed in her family’s guest room, kicked her legs against the bed frame. She often did this for about an hour while she waited for an expected guest to arrive. Today, it was her brother, Mike, who was in college at OU, also known as Oklahoma University. OU was the family’s favorite college—even though they lived in Colorado—so that is where Mike had first started going when he began college two years ago.     McKenna had not seen her brother since C...

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Because of Her One Vote

Weekly Contest #95

    It was a chilly day at school one morning in western Wisconsin. The year was present and the season was autumn and the time was 9:00 sharp. That meant it was time for the Hillview Middle School to elect their school executives.     For Vice President, the candidates were all in seventh grade. They were Johnny Johnson, Tommy Tomphson, and Will Wilson.     Unlike the Vice President numbers of options, there were five candidates for President. They were all in eighth grade. Their names were Josef...

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A Mom’s Answer to Infuriating Questions

Weekly Contest #94

    “But, Mom! Why can’t I have ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner on my birthday?” Theresa, my soon-to-be ten year old daughter, wailed.     “Because I said so!” I exclaimed for the hundredth time.     “It’s MY day, so it should be MY choice!” Theresa continued.      “Theresa, I said no,” I repeated firmly.     “Awww! That’s not fair, Mom!”     “Keep complaining and see what happens.”     “But I…”      I ...

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Darkness into Light

Weekly Contest #92

Deep. Dark. No end. No light. Trapped in a bottomless pit.This was exactly what a seventh grade girl named Crystal was experiencing because her sister was about to leave for college.Crystal had been dreading this moment since she found out her sister was going to attend a school in Oklahoma instead of Virginia where their immediate family was. Well, most of their immediate family. Crystal’s older brother lived in Oklahoma ever since he began college there nearly four years ago. Besides him, all of Crystal’s family lived in Virginia because t...

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