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Submitted to Contest #34
The board ,though cheap card board, was exceptional quality. Monopoly was a serious game. Everything from the quality of the pieces to the depth of the instructions told the user this. Monopoly was not something to mess around with. In my small town Monopoly was the trade of the town. The best players were often the most popular and most important people. I ,however, was no good at the game. I was often left out of parties and went through all of high-school without a girlfriend. Because of this I spent hours on end practicing. Not with frie...
I've always loved anything to do with water. Swimming, kayaking, water skiing, splashing in puddles, and playing in the rain, I had done it all. That was ,of course, before we moved back to Mawsynram, India to meet up with family and old, old friends. The kind of friends you forgot about after a while and didn't care about seeing. Though what my parents wanted they got. My opinion didn't mater. I was only eleven.Mawsynram was beautiful. That was when it wasn't raining of course, and it was always raining. There was just too much water for me...
Submitted to Contest #33
“I'm not sure,” she said, “Do whatever you want.” Though the woman with the purple hair and the fearsome scowl didn’t acknowledge the stub girl in the seat she did ,in fact, do whatever she wanted. As she snipped and snapped her scowl slowly ,but surely, upturned. Not into a happy, joyous smile as one might assume, but rather a sort of nefarious ear to ear grin. As most people usually do the girl ,with her brown hair messing up the already dirty white gown, said nothing despite her displeasure. “The barber knows best” She figured. ...
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