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Submitted to Contest #42
The warm summer breeze flew through my golden hair as I leaned against the smooth railing of our boat. The waves crashed against the hull, shimmering green in the summer sun. On the other side of the boat, my father and his colleague were pulling in fishing nets that held hundreds of fish, all trying to escape. My father had finally agreed to let me come along, but he had warned me about the consequences; he had lost three friends on a fishing trip in the exact same spot as we are now. The weather can change at any moment of the day, h...
Submitted to Contest #41
I stared at my computer, and its blank screen. This year I was enrolled at Penn State for a humanities major, or to study people and how they work mentally. With a one-hundred point-end of the semester essay ahead of me, I wasn’t ready. I was flunking five of my classes, and this essay might make it six. Everybody told me I wasn’t ready for college; my parents, my teachers, my coaches, and even my best friend, Bailey, who left for North Carolina University to play soccer. Even I knew I wasn’t ready for college, I just wanted to start my...
Submitted to Contest #38
My fingers pranced across the keyboard, rushing to finish my English Narrative. It was five o'clock, and my brother just returned home from work, slamming the door behind him, causing the house to shake. The shaking died down, but there was still a faint tapping heard. The tapping wouldn't stop, it grew louder and louder, and it tapped faster and faster. My thoughts turned into a blur and the words I typed didn't make sense anymore. I grew anxious and annoyed. The tapping had some sort of power over me; it wanted me to find out where it was ...
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