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The drive home sucked. I mean not terribly sucked, but sucked. Mom has been all over me since I got suspended, again. Every time we drive home under a new suspension it sucks. Mostly because Mom doesn’t say anything, just lets the mood set in. Set in real good. How was I supposed to know mean old Jimmy didn’t like me? Hey, it was self-defense wasn’t it? A guy throws you a punch so you throw one- “Kale.” “What?” I was sick and tired of her lectures. Dad’s lectures used to be fun. He would laugh so much and joke around I couldn’t tel...
Submitted to Contest #61
Gereth walked along the peaceful cobblestone street of his hometown. He looked down at the tan and brown rocks almost washed from color over the years of use. He loved this small hometown and was going to be sad to leave it. He knew as a soldier that he would have to fight overseas someday, and that day had come. He took one last look at the small cottages in this peaceful town and went to pack his things. He took in so many smells and sights he was trying to remember. He wanted to have those memories forever, he didn’t want to forget. He he...
Submitted to Contest #60
Henry was running, running as fast as he could. He ran past the empty streets of what used to be his home and the alleys where he used to play. He ran past his school and all the places he used to know. He ran faster and thought his heart mise well beat right out of his chest. He could feel the adrenaline in his blood, but he didn’t care; he was just focused on running. Running and running and running. He didn’t need to be the fastest, just faster than those behind him. The zombies were blood-thirsty things and he didn’t want to die to...
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