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Submitted to Contest #206
The day that the witch was meant to hang, a black cat darted across the road in front of Verity Adams’ window. Verity watched it go, hurrying across the lane and disappearing beneath her window as if it knew how cursed and unwanted it was in this town. It looked like an average black cat — like two bright green eyes in a cat-shaped void — but she knew it would be a grim reminder of what had been on the townspeople’s minds for the longest time: witches. Salem had been swept up, among other towns, in a full-blown witch hunt. Feuding ne...
Submitted to Contest #194
It was supposed to be an easy mission. Get the goods, return to base. It should've been as simple as that. It was hardly brain surgery. Unfortunately, nine-year-olds aren't exactly super-elite agents. It was my ninth birthday party. I'd decided to have a sleepover, and my mom had allowed me to invite four people, so I'd chosen my two best friends and two of my cousins. We were quite the motley crew. First, there was Emma, my best friend. We'd known each other since kindergarten and did everything together. She had black curly hair th...
Submitted to Contest #179
"Jules, come on." Carlos slumped on Jules’ bed, exasperated. "You have to come with us. It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance!" "Carlos, you can go to Times Square on New Years' Eve any other year," Jules said. "We might die between this year and next year," Carlos said dramatically. “Jesus Christ.” “He’s not wrong, though,” Altair said. He was leaning against the door, seeming a bit nervous to come all the way inside after… well, The Kiss. It had been almost a week since it had happened. Jules had been waiting for him to say some...
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