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Submitted to Contest #102
“Are you kidding me? This is literally the worst of the worst-case scenarios!” The not-so-subtle eyebrow twitch and shudder that followed Mrs. Merryweather’s comment would’ve had you believe that there was a serial killer on the loose. Could you blame her, though? Granted, her reaction was a tad dramatic; however, in a small town like Xenoville, things don’t take time to explode. Your everyday run-of-the-mill pick-pocketing also gets the attention of the whole population. “What else can you expect? We all know--” The ever-so grumpy Mr. C...
Submitted to Contest #65
Angry spirits. Angry Halloween spirits. Those were the last few things I could see before losing my sight completely. Whispers from the beyond clouded the rest of my senses. I wanted to help my family. But, I couldn’t do a thing. Stupid muscles won’t work when I want them to. Ugh. After what seemed like ages, we were awoken from our trance. The cauldron of protection was lying upside down on the ground. The bonfire was no longer in existence. And all my fellow witches and wizards were lying unconscious. Except for Ms. Warren. I turned to ...
Submitted to Contest #62
“That’s it, Gammy! I’m not walking anymore!” The tiredness and irritation in Amaya’s voice only made this adventure better. Whenever she gets annoyed, her face flushes with child-like innocence, which I love looking at. It reminds me of the days she was a teeny tiny baby, who would fit into my arms. With her, I feel like a child myself, a feeling so imperative for an old lady! I laughed and continued walking on the graveled path. “Not funny, gammy!” “Trust me, after all this is done, you will find this hilarious!” “Ha! Ha! Ha!” The sar...
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