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Submitted to Contest #100
As usual, the bell rang, and the commotion brew within the room. Students began chattering and packing their bags belongings. Emma hastily wrote what Prof. Christopher had written during the class as he erased the board, while everyone started leaving. The teacher’s bat-like hearing noticed someone was still writing, stopped erasing the blackboard, and turned to the seats. - Miss Miller. If you paid SOME attention during the lecture, you wouldn’t need to stay longer than the rest. Is Psych...
Submitted to Contest #99
TW: violence, PTSD The god rays blasted my eyes as we spotted the shore rising from the horizon. Some soldiers peeked through the Ramp of the LCVP onto the oncoming beach. So far, no indication of enemy forces on the shore. The ones up above told us to not expect a firefight when approaching the beach, but no one ever takes their word for it, we’re the ones out here risking our hides; We always expect it. It’s not like we would start playing cards or sleeping on our way to the shore, to then get greeted by the welcoming sound of an MG...
Submitted to Contest #98
The furious men chased after me. I didn’t look back once. I ran. Didn’t know where I was heading either. I just ran. The never-ending green bamboo thicket made it hard to traverse, but it also helped me to avoid my pursuers. The cuts in my right arm still burned from the cane leaves and the sky was completely hidden from how tall those plants were. It must have been at least an hour until I realized nobody was behind me anymore. The samurai could not catch up to a young person with that set of armor on. There was finally a moment to recover ...
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