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Weekly Contest #341
It all started with a book ban.When I turned sixteen, I landed a summer internship at my local library. Decked out in my marigold sweater and gray corduroy skirt, I was giddy as the automatic doors opened and I walked to the circulation desk, reporting for duty my first day. I’d always wanted to follow in my mother’s footsteps and become a librarian. The internship was the first step toward letting my love of books make the world a better place.Nearly two years later, I look around the library, all cold, unadorned shelves, and shudder. I thi...
Weekly Contest #298
Sunlight bounces off the reflection of the emerald stream as I dip my toes into the frigid water. It’s May in Florida and the temperature outside has reached ninety, but the spring is still freezing, and the icy sting thrums straight to my heart. I watch the water ripple by, then crash into some rocks. Laughter erupts beside me as a group of teenagers start tossing inflatable tubes into the spring and launching their bodies into them."Aw hell no! I'm gonna get frozen!" a guy calls out after his friends, who have already started drifting down...
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Steam rising from the kettle, sunlight seeping in through the crack of my floral shades, my mint green tea timer resting on the kitchen counter, an empty bottle sitting next to it, the criss-cross pattern on my gray wool socks. Five things I can see. Standing in the kitchen, bleary-eyed and groggy, I brush a pile of curls off my forehead, rest my elbow against the cold Formica counter, rub the soft flannel of my pajama shirt, and finally tap my foot against the terrazo. That’s four things I can touch. Adrian pads his way into the kitchen beh...
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