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Weekly Contest #204
(Warning: Contains violence and allusions to sexual assault.) The sun peeked above the Eastern Hill and shone on Jewel’s face through her window. She awoke to the sensation of warm light flooding her body, as she always did. She lay in bed for a moment, letting gratitude affect her before any other emotion. She always thought it was beautiful that the sunlight traveled all the way from the sky, to the Earth, and through her window. She crept out of bed and out of her room and shouted for her Mama. The action made her look childlike– ...
Weekly Contest #155
(TW: mentions of sexual violence, gun violence, and bullying) Betty sat, criss-cross applesauce, underneath the bleachers in the gym. She set down her lunch tray in front of her, taking occasional bites of today’s meal: biscuits and gravy. She thought that this was more of a breakfast food; then again, she also thought that Jared would be here by now. Disappointments happen all the time, she figured. Surely he didn’t forget. If he did, this wouldn’t be her first time spending the lunch period alone like this. Jared often forgot about th...
Weekly Contest #68
MONDAY 5:30 AM Forty-four percent of people are morning people, thought Katie. What a large number considering how little you hear of people appreciating mornings.She sipped coffee and watched the sun as it slowly ascended the stairway of the sky. People often write poetry when they can’t describe the beauty of something through prose-- but, in Katie’s opinion, even poetry could not do mornings justice. She considered them to be an experience that had to be appreciated in the flesh. The chirping of birds, the warmth of coffee, the peacefulne...
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