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Submitted to Contest #50
The sun was scorching my back as I scrambled up the rusty ladder leading to the treehouse. It was not yet July but already hot enough to cook an egg on your driveway. My black hoodie was probably not the most practical thing to wear but it was all I ever wore anymore. I wore my hoodie on rainy days, sunny days, chilly days, and pretty much every day.I had been avoiding the treehouse and the memories brought with it, for as long as I could manage but I finally gave in, I wanted to visit it one last time. The treehouse used to be a source...
Submitted to Contest #49
Do you know what a barista’s worst nightmare is? A mediocre cup of coffee or a slippery spill onto the coffee-stained linoleum floor.Wrong a barista’s worst nightmare is a Karen. You know the whole stereotypical middle-aged women who wears her hair in a bob and threatens to call everyone’s manager. They continuously bombard me with threats because apparently, I didn't make their coffee right. Most of the time I just laugh it off, but sometimes I keep myself up at night trying to understand their complaints. Unfortunately, the reality is that...
Submitted to Contest #48
Fresca's first experience with something truly evil was the day of her third birthday, the day she would obtain her magic. Being a unicorn, Fresca was born with her horn but it was basically useless until her third birthday. (Unless you count using your horn to dislodge apples from trees or ram unsuspecting siblings) But anyway back to the story. Before this day took place Fresca thought that her friends eating more grass than their fair share was evil, or that cutting down perfectly delectable apple trees was evil. But at the same time, she...
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