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Weekly Contest #45
He stepped into the store his grey hoodie was soaked from the rain. The red canvas backpack was soaked too possibly making a few of his homework assignments wet and his green calculus spiral notebook. He saw people glance at him some had their eyebrows raised. At this point, Jaxon didn’t care how wearing sunglasses on a rainy day and in a store drew some odd glances towards him. It didn’t matter he had worn them for the sole purpose to cover up the black eye he’d received at school today. He pulled his hood down and went over to the small se...
Weekly Contest #41
Arden Brigson was a shy sixteen-year-old who barely said a word. She was so shy and insecure she seldom found a point in doing the simplest of things such as brushing her dull blonde hair. She could barely hold eye contact or easily start a conversation unless it was someone she’d known for a long time and trusted.She was bullied by classmates and even school faculty. Within the first month of tenth grade, things were still horrible for Arden and her parents had, had enough. They mutually decided to pull her out of public school and enroll h...
Weekly Contest #39
The dirt and debris from old buildings and who knows what else littered the ground. Fifteen-year-old Saxon Cooke looked around seeing if he could find anything salvageable in the abandoned but there was nothing. It was just like the other places he’d stumbled across. No food or clothing then again he would have been happy with just a tattered blanket but nothing. He tightened his grip on the straps of his navy blue backpack and continued to walk. He hadn’t even seen another human in days. Or maybe it was weeks? He couldn’t keep track of time...
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