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I was running. Down the hallway. Past my locker. I turned. I tried to see it but at the same time I was too scared to look. I kept running. It was still behind me. “RILEY!!!” I jolted awake and jumped out of bed. My feet got caught on my blankets and I fell flat on my face. “Oof!” My mom poked her head into my room as I refilled my lungs with their air. “Sweetie, you’re going to be late for school.” Mom tossed clean laundry on my bed and left. “Thanks Mom.” I said, still sprawled out on the floor. I glanced...
Weekly Contest #205
Luna: “We have our mission and the time is now to act! It is our responsibility to find the vandals and stop them! Why? Because I made a promise and we, at the Protect the Canyons Club, always keep our promises. Also, because I volunteered.” Jason stands on a rock, doing his best to give a noble encouraging speech. “You volunteered!?” Cali interrupts. She, like the rest of us, was under the impression that Jason was tasked with this responsibility so we could prove our commitment to the Nature Center before we were allowed to use it ...
Weekly Contest #204
Stars. The glowing orb of hydrogen and helium producing heat and light through a multitude of nuclear fusion reactions. Also the twinkling lights, suspended in their extraordinary patterns, dazzling above me. They are also the inspiration for my name: Estrella Daza. I close my eyes, drinking in my surroundings. The warmth of the sun-baked sandstone beneath me. The coldness seeping from the night sky. The soft breathing of Alondra, my horse. The slow and steady beating of mi corazón, my heart. I listen as the coyotes howl to on...
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