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Weekly Contest #305
“Thank you for that moving monologue, Stephanie.” The blonde woman wiped her tears away as she sat down with the rest of the class. “That will be all we have time for today. Don’t forget to break a leg!” The teacher smiled widely. The students began to gather their things, but Owen took his time. Once they had all left, he made his way to the teacher’s desk. She had her head down toward her bag. “Missy?” he asked, tentatively. Missy’s head shot upward. “Owen! Sorry, you startled me. What do you need?” Her smile spread from cheek to cheek onc...
Weekly Contest #205
“Mei?” 2 hours left. “Mei!” Would it happen again? “Mei!” The black-haired girl jolted back to the table in front of her. “Can you please pass the rice? It’s gonna get cold.” “Y-yeah.” Mei picked up the bowl from the far end of the table and passed it across to her sister. “Here. Sorry.” The small family continued to eat their dinner as they did every night. Her parents focused on devouring every morsel that they were denied as children, her sister picking the peas out of her rice, and Mei shaping the food away from the center, clear...
Weekly Contest #54
This town haunted me. The street outside my frosted window did anything but call my name. The frigid wind told me I would be better off inside, but that was something I already knew. Camilla had never forgiven me and made it clear she never would. "How could you do this?! I can never look at you the same again!" The words replayed in my mind every night before I went to sleep. She was my best friend and I let her down. I had hurt her in a way no one ever had before. As I got out of bed, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I headed to the bath...
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