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Submitted to Contest #20
“Drew, hey, can you hear me” no words left Drew Taylor’s mouth. This occurred often for him. Anxiety was a staple in his life. “Drew, you go on in six minutes” he couldn’t breathe. What if the audience hated him? What if he had an anxiety attack on stage? “”Drew, it’s Zach, calm down, you’ve got to breathe, they’re going to love you” Zach is Drew’s best friend, and they’ve been friends for awhile. Drew regained his breaths slowly. “You good” Zach asked. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he said. Drew took the mic from his manager, who was clearl...
Submitted to Contest #18
Milo Grant never asked for the life he lives. He never asked to have deadbeat parents. He’s lived on the streets almost his whole life. He never really had a job, he ran low on talent and education. However, Milo had one talent, he could pickpocket anyone, and not get caught, It wasn’t the best talent to have but it kept him alive, and he was grateful for that. Milo made his way through the crowded streets of New York. He studied every person as they passed him. He took note of what their clothes looked like, if they looked like they ...
Submitted to Contest #16
“Zachary stay out of that room” “Zach stay out of the basement” “Zach there’s a lock on the shed for a reason” “Zachary stay away from those woods” These words have been drilled into my head, pretty much all my life. I can be halfway out of my room, trying to sneak my way down to the basement and my Aunt is in the other room yelling at me. Nothing gets past my Aunt Kelly, although every once in awhile, I’m able to get away with things. For instance, that room I was talking about earlier, is my mom’s room, when I was 11, I found the key...
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