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Weekly Contest #361
“You’re pouting,” a girl named July pointed out to the other girl and laughed, laying her head back in the prickly grass.“What? Am not!” the other girl, Wynne, screeched, a high-pitched sound that betrayed her offense as well as her nerves.She laughed again; when she braved another look in her direction, she knew the pink flush of Wynne’s nose wasn’t a trick of the fireworks’ light.It was the Fourth of July. Because of course it was. Such was the way of July the girl’s life.Every important, potentially life-altering event in her family’s ent...
Weekly Contest #351
As Ida trudged home, weighed down by three layers and a woolly scarf, the sun dipped below the extended arms of the skyscrapers around her, and the sky turned the pinky blush of salmon. She buried her nose into her scarf as the sun greedily stole any remaining warmth along with it and readjusted her hold on the gift bag in her left hand so her coat could better protect her exposed fingers. When she left her apartment this morning, she hadn’t thought to bring gloves. She would have forgotten her keys if Callie, her roommate, hadn’t reminded h...
Weekly Contest #341
Green leaves shone in the early June sun with the tears of a crying watering can and the sweat from the freckled nose of Rosalie Kurtz.Rosalie leaned over to inspect her tomato plants, what should have been the literal fruits of her labor, but the buds on the vine remained small and jaundiced, refusing to open. The leaves’ glint shifted from playful to taunting. She stood to her full height and snapped the book she had dog-eared to page fifty-two shut, a miniature whip of air amongst the susurration of the surrounding foliage.The Main Princi...
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