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Weekly Contest #375
“Pepper! I swear, if you don’t stop joking around, I’ll take you out myself. Never mind them.” Jeanie clenched my shoulder painfully, her nails digging into my skin. “Them?” I laughed. “Relax, you big baby. It’s just an old wife’s tail.” I looked at her smugly as I pursed my lips again. She smacked her hand over my mouth with a clap that echoed in the dark quiet of the woods. “Um, ouch,” I swatted her hand away. “I’m serious,” she said with a suddenly hushed tone. “You heard Aunt Maple. She said never to do it.” “Holy moly, Jeanie, you won’t...
Weekly Contest #373
“Stop pulling!” Mr. Philips exclaimed. “You’ll choke yourself to death, Daisy. I can guarantee the squirrel isn't worth it.” The little brown and white mutt paid him no mind, and continued with all her might. Having been stuck in the same spot for several minutes, Mr. Philips had grown rather cross with Daisy. He carefully reached down for a pebble, to see if he couldn’t scare the little rodent off. The pebble flew straight into the squirrel’s chest, startling it almost out of its own skin and sending it scurrying up a tree. Strangely, Daisy...
Weekly Contest #372
The terror overtook me before my eyes opened to meet the darkness. My sister’s sleeping bag sat tussled, cold, and empty beside me. I tore out of the tent and rushed to the water’s edge, hating myself for being so sure of what had happened. Watching snow flakes fall from the sky and disappear into the lake, I came to the conclusion that no one is afraid of the water. They’re afraid of what might be in the water. Staring at the still black portal sitting at the tips of my toes, I understood this reality more than I ever thought possible. It w...
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