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Weekly Contest #211
I lift my eyes from the book in my hands and glance wearily up at the fireplace. It was near impossible to read through the tears, so I lay it down carefully beside me. I could feel the flames that were warming my feet, but I couldn’t see them any more. Rather than flames, I simply saw a swirling of colours tangled together. It was no longer clear where the logs ended and the fire began, let alone words on a page. Her words were almost illegible anyway, even without the obscuring lens of tears. I had always tried to get Paige to ad...
Weekly Contest #200
The first 5 minutes of every class are always my favourite, for the same reason that, for most teachers, they are like nails on a chalkboard. Chaos. The destructive flow of children storming in opposite directions. The deafening excitement of being free from the torture of education, if only till they reach the next room. It’s a sensory overload. One we don’t have the mental space for when attempting to prepare for the next lesson. While we all wait for the stragglers to finally arrive, that is when the class is completely unrestricted. ...
Weekly Contest #192
‘Hey!’ I shouted firmly. I can’t see her but the patter of her feet stop immediately. I hear her start to take one more tentative step. ‘Don’t you dare!’ The foot retreats. This back-and-forth with Maddie is the most excitement we get in this house these days. That sounds more depressing than it really is. You get used to it eventually, the only sounds in the house being your own plus maybe some tired paws. It has become more of a comforting silence than an empty one, but it did take some time to see it that way. I finish stirr...
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