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Weekly Contest #73
Crash! Hailey fell down in the middle of the spin. Mr Guller walked over to her, his face a deep maroon color. “Jenny, what in the world was that?!” She stood up. “Umm, a spin-jazz hands combo? I just… tripped.” She turned to glare at the reason she fell - Tammy Sanchez, mean girl, popular, pretty, catches the eye of every guy. Her middle name was “evil”. They went to high school together, and every day there, she was tormented, ridiculed, intimidated. For no reason, whatsoever. And now, Tammy was trying to get Hailey...
Not again. It was happening all the time now. Aida Nguyen was experiencing... actually, she didn’t know what she was experiencing. All she knew was time kept repeating itself. It had started three weeks ago, when she was ordering a burrito at Taco Bell. She placed her order at the Drive Thru, and was going to the window to pay and get the burrito, when time shifted. Everything moved back to two minutes prior, when she was getting to the Drive Thru. It seemed like she was the only one to notice, as we...
Weekly Contest #72
My name is - was - Nancy. I was born in the city of Westside Mountainview. A “beautiful city where dreams come true!”. I’m calling load BS on that. My grandparents moved there when they were just married, wanting to become farmers or vets. But the Head Honcho there chose what your job was, and enfused your DNA with not caring what your job was, not talking back or fighting back, stupid genetic stuff like that. My grandpa became a construction worker instead of a farmer, and was very happy. Or that's what he thought. &...
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