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Weekly Contest #365
"Jenna, I hope you will acquaint yourself with Seal. Seeing as he is your only lead on this story, I took the initiative to set you up an interview, maybe he can follow you around and help." Abraham tries to hide his laugh and plays it off as a cough.He knows what he just did. He just set me up for failure before I even had a chance to start the story. But I can't give him the satisfaction of a negative reaction. Two can play at this game."Thank you hammy." My cheeks ache from the large smile I give him, but I don't stop until I am around th...
Weekly Contest #363
Juniper and I were friends, once. We grew up together in the small town of Sanrigado, just north of Yellowstone National Park. Our town, although small, was always busy with tourists and travellers passing through to see the wonders of the park a few miles away.Juniper and I loved Yellowstone. That's where we met.Both of our families were camping there for the week, our campsites just a short walk apart. Her family stayed at the River Campsite, where a crystal-clear stream wound between the tents. My family preferred the safety of the trees,...
Trigger warning: Eating disorder, self-harm, and suicide. Inspired by true events. My name is Kasper. I am incredibly good at hiding things. In my family, emotions are looked down upon. You can still be sad, but not too sad. You can still be happy, but not too happy. Anger was never allowed. If you where angry either you would get a stern talking to or a hiding with the wooden spoon. You can imagine how, after so many years, it shaped the way I act, how I feel, and what I show. If you saw me now, you would not believe me if I told you that ...
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