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“Lookit! The birds finally came back!” Nine-year-old Liberty Wilson Screamed, scaring the birds as they flew off a tree branch. “Well, they were back.” She muttered, kicking a rock that lay on the ground. “I was so tired of winter. Long, cold, wet…” Liberty’s best friend, Ben, Shivered at the thought. “Yeah, Well I like all seasons. They make me feel… Nice.” Liberty Mused on the thought. “Spring is better than fall.” “Is not.” “Is too.” “Is not!” “Is TOO!” “No, It’s not! All seasons have the same awesomeness!” L...
Submitted to Contest #85
(Vermont, 2018.)The air in the library was cool and fresh. It was like taking a big gulp of clean air compared to the temperature outside. Most kids would rather stay outside in the heat than come into the library. Nellie didn't understand why, though. It was the library, after all. The sole place you could lose yourself from reality in an adventure. For Nellie, at least."Ten more minutes, Nellie. Only ten." Nellie's mother called from the seating area or the library."Okay. If you need me, I'll be in the classics aisle." Nellie called back t...
Submitted to Contest #78
Today is the closest I will ever be to dying. I’m not exaggerating, I didn’t fall off the balcony or burn my hand on the stove (though I would never be on the stove because Margret would cook for me). My head is in an albino lion’s mouth. My albino lion’s mouth, to be exact. I got Ashton when I was 9, a few days before Dad passed away from cancer. I loved my dad and all of the stargazing and movie nights and staying up late when mom didn’t know. I was a hard-core Daddy’s-girl. When dad got diagnosed, he gave me my first pet. An albino ...
Submitted to Contest #77
“Ivy? Ivy, can you hear me?” Mom’s worrisome voice rolls through the almost-empty motel lobby. “Yes, mom, I can-” I start, but she cuts me off. “Ivy?” “Yes, mom.” “Oh, Ivy, thank god you’re okay. Are you heading home soon?” “I have a few more hours of work,” I reply. “And don’t worry mom, it’s just snow flurries. I’ll be fine.” “You never know what those flurries can progress into. I’ve got all of my emergency resources ready in the basement. Non-perishable foods, four self-heat blankets, a flashlight, water, a...
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