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Weekly Contest #361
"Just one last thing," She thought to herself as she looked at the Notes app on her phone. One last item on her lengthy to do list for the summer. One last thing before the summer ends. Tomorrow, in fact.Tomorrow starts the new school year. On Friday she had recieved the list of incoming 4th graders that had been assigned to her class, which she has dutifully ignored. She has also avoided the email from administration this evening, cheerfully welcoming the teachers back for another year. A friendly, yet piercing reminder of what tomorrow is....
Weekly Contest #119
I’m blissfully taking my afternoon nap when I hear a noise I did not recognize. It was a high-pitched shriek. Or squeal. I couldn’t really tell. I lift my head, listening. I try to focus on the area I heard it from. What was that noise? I look around at my surroundings. The couch across from me seems normal. The pillow I like to chew on, still in the spot I last left it. My favorite stuffed animal, tucked in next to me. Was it a car? Are they home? I decide it’s worth it to investigate. Stretching my lengthy legs as I ris...
Weekly Contest #118
It had been five days since the incident. Five whole days and yet, it seemed as if it was yesterday. It was a quiet afternoon; I was laying on the couch and watching television with my cat. Suddenly, screaming erupted. I can still hear her screams echoing across the apartment hallway. The terrifying sobs of someone fighting for their life. The crashing of various items being thrown. She was crying out for help and asking him to stop. I looked out my window, but their blinds were shut tight. Thankfull...
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