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Weekly Contest #332
The thunderheads were rising higher and higher, sucking up all the warmth on the ground. The wind was rushing along the ground, making Samuel’s hair flip around and around. Mr. Hale was leading the wagon in the front, as he was the most experienced of the two. They were bound for Oregon, and after losing two of their members from Cholera, they were very discouraged.“I can tell that there is a hail storm coming, if we don’t find help we won’t make it through.” Said Hale. He didn’t get a response, Samuel knew that he would be the one to find h...
Weekly Contest #331
The snow still fell after six hours, and my parents weren’t home. The sun had set almost two hours ago, and it was pitch black outside. The strong February winds made my house creak. I had questioned sleep, but I needed to wait for my parents to arrive. The white snowflakes that kept falling were now getting very boring to watch. The moon was halfway towards a full moon that night, but somehow, I could see something in the snow as I stared. I couldn’t tell what because it was very dark, but I noticed that, whatever it was, it went in the dir...
Weekly Contest #329
The morning light spilled across the bedroom wall, and I clung to it. I stayed still, the way shadows are expected to-silent, obedient, unnoticed. My human paced and muttered about some assignment due tomorrow, shuffling papers like a storm of his own. Being a shadow, I didn’t get dreams or a life of my own. For seventeen years all I did was follow him, watching from the floor and the walls.Outside the full moon burned brighter than usual, sharpening every corner of the room. I’m not supposed to think; shadows don’t, but something inside me ...
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