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Submitted to Contest #298
I only come before dawn— that’s when everything feels lighter, like the world hasn’t remembered to be heavy yet. It’s the only time I can find her without all the noise. My mother sleeps with the curtains drawn and the hallway light still on. She’s never turned it off. Even now.She sleeps curled toward the edge of the bed, facing the door, like she’s still waiting for it to open. Like I might walk in, late again, with excuses on my lips and apologies I never bothered to say.She still doesn’t lock it. Not since the night I left.I sit with her...
Submitted to Contest #91
A boy; a girl. A thief; genius.He can’t afford a packet of gum; she has three houses, all with private chefs.Fate, Destiny, and Dimensions can bring two opposite worlds together.But it can also tear them apart.:-:Folen felt around the Library’s window, looking for a lock he could open. The night was pitch black, except for the moon shining above him. The wind whispered in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine. Folen allowed himself to focus as he heard the familiar click and eased the window open. He pushed himself over the ledge in...
Submitted to Contest #80
Brown waves flew back as the girl ran through the streets of France, her blue eyes filled with confusion as she stumbled past the patisserie on the corner of the road and made her way into a white-stoned building. Elaine Thomas fought to catch her breath as she entered her apartment- a large, two-bedroom that looked over a river. Elaine sighed as she made her way to her room, sat at her worktable, and opened her journal.Today, July 14, 1789, we were dismissed from classes early because they stormed the Bastille Prison. There was so much comm...
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