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Submitted to Contest #325
Each tombstone has the same red roses. Hana, a college journalist from New York, has been interested in this graveyard for a year now. She first heard about this peculiar site when her dad, Wayne Miller, passed away and, for some reason, was buried in the little town in Georgia. She always wondered why he was placed here instead of up where her family is, so she did any research she could. For a year straight, she looked everywhere to find any information she could. She researched the town, the people, the graveyard, and even tried to find i...
Submitted to Contest #319
This is all my fault. The last thing I remember was falling face-first on the cold, wet grass. It was a rainy Wednesday in the middle of March. My partner and I, Eden, were running low on supplies. We needed food more than anything, but before I left, Eden requested any kind of flower I could find. Something about Eden I can never forget is her love for flowers. Even during the crazy times we are living in, she still finds love in the little things that are still alive. That's how I met her—2 years before the outbreak."Are these tulips?"I he...
Submitted to Contest #317
The winter of 2004 is a winter I can never forget. That’s the year I met my best friend, Aria. I was a very isolated kid, only really befriending the kids in my neighborhood. I always felt off with all of them, they were all guys who liked guy things. Me, on the other hand, had no interest in any of that. I yearned for at least one friend who would understand me. All of that changed when Aria transferred to my school in the middle of November. "Class, this is Aria. She recently transferred from-" before she could finish, she ran over to my d...
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