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Weekly Contest #135
Mariana shivers in her Shawn Mendes hoodie as she slowly makes her way down the electric stairs. Though she does not dare to look down at first, when she finally does, she sees the other skaters who are at the rink below glide, jump, and spin effortlessly. She thinks she is going to be sick. She still feels her mother’s steely glance on her shoulder blades as it followed her out of the car and into the mall. At the time, all Mariana could feel was apprehension, but she misses it now. It would make what she’s about to do harder. Onc...
Weekly Contest #96
“How long has it been since you’ve seen Chloe?” Irene’s mother asked as she bent over to smell her newly cooked eggs. Irene jumped, startled. She’d never been very good at preparing anything, so she’d walked into the kitchen planning on hauling the cereal and milk out of the cupboard and calling it a day. But her mother had gotten there first. Her mother, a natural early bird for most of her life until… Well, until they lost dad. Irene smiled, this might be a sign that her mother’s depression was finally clearing. At the very least...
Weekly Contest #85
My name is Tatiana Morales. I’m 18. I love illustration, Doctor Who, and my family. Moving to London to study seemed like a great idea at the time. For years I’d dreamt of how my life in this city would be like, how I’d finally be free from the intrusive gazes and oppressive atmosphere of home. I’d go to uni, learn about things I was actually interested in for a change, and meet all kinds of interesting people. I’d sketch strangers in coffee shops, go to museums and stay for hours looking at art, explore the streets of Camden Town. At the ...
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