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Submitted to Contest #86
Estella was going to cry. She had lost her best friend in the writhing mass of bodies at the Spring Music Festival. I didn’t even want to come here, she thought. Georgia made me come. She fought her through the crowd trying to spot her friend’s pastel purple hair, but it was no use. Turning around, she dodged elbows and legs until she was finally at the edge of the crowd. Estella walked to the tent that she and Georgia were supposed to share when she heard the noises coming from inside. Unbelievable. Georgia had ditched her for a random st...
Submitted to Contest #85
That’s the thing about this city: it sucks you in. You become a part of this city, like a streetlight, a length of pavement or a building. I always wanted to be part of the buildings – standing tall, everyone noticing me, taking pictures with me – but buildings are demolished. They are torn down and renovated, rebuilt. I did not want to change to fit into the trends of the time. If I had an imposing gothic-inspired exterior, I would not want to change to a modern, contemporary façade. Did I want to be a streetlight? Yes. I wanted to shine ...
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