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Submitted to Contest #102
Myra lived on a tilted, dead-end street. Deep woods at the bottom and the bustle of small-town life at the top. The neighbors were close-knit, nosy, and incredibly stingy about people staying off their lawn. It made games hard, but not impossible. Any game could be played if the rules changed to fit the circumstances. In a game of hide-and-seek, Myra knew that applied. The game changed with the environment. The moon had just risen in the sk...
Submitted to Contest #70
Blue was meant to be the color of tranquility, of trust. Walking into a room that was blindingly white besides starch blue walls, makes Nevie feel anything but. Today, blue is a winter storm; waiting for her to let down her guard so it could attack her veins and steal her warmth. Nevie sits down in a plain chair, only a chess table between her and her opponent, and decides she isn’t going to give in to trust. The person across from her, a girl with blonde hair and rosy cheeks, rocks back and forth in her chair. “You actually came,” Lexia s...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” The words leave Lexia’s lips, hanging in the air between her and Nevie. Without an immediate answer, Lexia stands up from her bed. She begins pacing her room, walking from one pink wall to another, even pinker, wall. Lexia focuses on the objects in her bedroom in an attempt to calm her. She passes her dollhouse, one people have told her a seventeen-year-old shouldn’t own, and her nerves pile higher. Nevie laughs. It’s a sweet sound Lexia would bottle and release when she needed euphoria if she could. “Of cours...
Submitted to Contest #39
Zola looks up the dark sky, disappointment washing over her when she sees dull stars. None of them shine or speak to her; express a constellation. It’s a pity. She hoped with tonight being a special occasion and all the night would smile at her and her friends. Cheap wheels that hardly ever spin in the correct direction run on the pavement around her. One bump, then another. Zola glances down to see the red car that’s parked in the corner of the lot. Too far away from the supermarket for its own good. With laughs and giggles, Zola’s fr...
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