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Maya Woods

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Soul Dive

Sneaking into the palace proved easier than I’d thought. Based on their disjointed patterns and hesitant stances, my guess was the guards hadn’t been given orders. It was clear, even inside the walls, that this kingdom was falling apart. My life so far in the Electricity Nation had gotten me accustomed to moving quickly and silently. Whether it was to hunt or to flee from the terror of this war, the skills proved useful here. I darted across the gold floors, keeping myself calm so my breathing stayed silent and my heart beat steadily. Soul d...

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The Price of Everything

Weekly Contest #347

The day I won the Olympic games was the day I truly lost.I had always been a good gymnast. I knew it from the moment I stepped in the gym that I loved it; loved the smell of chalk, of feeling weightless, of the sweat that stuck to my skin as proof of my dedication and strength. I went into the JO, or Junior Olympics, program as soon as I could, so excited I couldn’t stop talking about it, thinking about it, even dreaming about it. I walked in with the rest of the kids my age and together we looked out on our dreams realized- the older girls ...

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Rose

Weekly Contest #340

The lights were blinding. The noise was deafening. The crowd was all out of their seats, yelling and cheering, their hands in the air. Jett Jones stood before it all, sweat rolling down his forehead, sticking his cut open shirt to his chest. His ring wrapped fingers clutched the microphone in front of him and the whole crowd heard him take a breath, a slow inhale that had all of them tense in anticipation. He waited one beat, two, and then he bent at the waist just as the music crashed over the stadium, a scream tearing from his lips that sc...

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The Day My Mother Cried

Weekly Contest #332

The night we heard the news, it was raining. Not outside. Outside it was dark and quiet, everyone asleep in their homes or watching TV or maybe doing some late-night reading. It was raining down my mother’s face: pouring from glassy eyes squeezed shut and rimmed red, streaking down slightly wrinkled cheeks clutched desperately in her shaking hands. I wasn’t supposed to see, so I stayed hidden. My parents didn’t cry in front of me, not if they could help it. I always wanted to tell them that I didn’t mind, that it was worse not to see them cr...

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