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Weekly Contest #76
"Stop! I hate vanilla," groaned Regan. Selina glanced at her nervously. The high school kid behind the counter paused, metal scoop halfway to her plate. "Uh... okay, then. Do you want chocolate?" Regan pouted, thinking. "Nah." Snatching up her plate from the counter, Regan flounced off to sit with her friends, brown ponytail swinging. Selina felt bad. The high schooler had probably signed up for some sort of service project and landed up serving lunch at a middle school cafeteria. She hefted her book on the Ancient Romans under her arm,...
Weekly Contest #20
Never say never, that's my motto. "All right, girl, since you've been so eager to leave, just go already!" A hand grabbed the back of my coat and shoved me through the open door. The weak January sun was making the snow outside turn into a disgusting gray slush. I gulped, fingering the strap of my battered leather satchel. Was it too late to go back? But just as I turned around, the door slammed shut. I stood shivering for a second, my breath visible in the chilly air. Then I pivoted slowly around to look at the wilderness beyond. Buggies cl...
Weekly Contest #18
Liz glanced around the crowded street, fully aware of everyone and everything. People’s eyes usually slid right over her, so it was easy to slip through the throng of adults. Small and dirty, she was usually the one parents told their children to avoid. This particular morning, her eighteen-year-old cousin, Luc, had tipped her off about a few men who were expected to arrive by boat at nine o’clock. It was rumored that they carried with them some 1,000 pounds and were going to a secret meeting with the Prime Minister. Ha! They’re not very goo...
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