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Weekly Contest #354
Theo always had trouble sleeping— too many thoughts at too fast a speed for the elementary student to process. His inner monologue would only be halfway through a sentence before jumping to a new, seemingly unrelated topic. It was okay for school; it’s not like he talked much with the other students; they had found him weird ever since the conversation with Lacy. They thought he didn't notice the secret whispers and judging glances. He did. What the real problem was, though, was right now. 10:05 PM was what his space-themed clock read, a who...
Weekly Contest #201
I want to be Ophelia. But apparently, I can’t. “Oh we’re too famous, we’re a big group, we can’t just split up!” Ally would say that. Ally isn’t even her real name. She’s just pretending We’re all pretending. That’s what stars do. No, not idols. I don’t like that word. Idol, an image or representation of a god used as an object of worship. I don’t like that. But that’s what I am. And OSLA is an idol group. Ophi, Syl, Lia, Ally. Or if you would prefer our real names, Ophelia, Sylvia, Livera, Alyssa. O. S. L....
Weekly Contest #150
"Please, don't do it!" Sarah jumped from her chair, almost knocking down the table and chessboard. "Ha! I beat you!" Jake stood up and rearranged the chess pieces back to the starting position. "That’s because I was going easy on you!" "Fine! Then we play one more round, no going easy." Jake sat back down. "Nope, I have to do my essay. It's due today, and you know Mom would kill me if I turned it in late." Sarah opened the door and stepped out. "That does sound like our mom. But one more won’t hurt, right?" Jake begged. "No is no! I sw...
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