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Submitted to Contest #79
The many weeks after my family's assassination were somber. If I didn't know better I would think all these mourning people actually knew and cared about them. They would not cry so much if they knew the terrible things my family had done. I gracefully wiped away another fake tear. My grandmother caught my eye and narrowed her eyes. "The royal family will be forever respected for their contribution to our country. May they rest in peace." Murmurs filled the silence as the ceremony ended. Lords and ladies greeted ...
Submitted to Contest #68
"Can I tell you a secret?" The small child's chubby hands clutch a crate with a shiny official cover and chocolate stains it. Smothering a laugh I reply, "What did you do now, Lizzy?"Elizabeth hands me the official looking package and showcases her missing teeth in a wide smile, "I took it for you but you can't tell anyone or mommy will be mad. Mommy's always mad." She sniffles before continuing, "I saw it in the bakery when the sheriff left his table to get another doughnut. It was so pretty I wanted you to have it. It's a present!"As Eliza...
Submitted to Contest #67
The ancient bus grumbled and coughed to life as we passed the rusty metal sign signifying the end of our small town. Squinting through the dusty window I could see my little sister peering wistfully back at me. Seeing my concern, she smiled crookedly and swung her hand wildly through the muggy September morning air. I pressed my hand to the window and took a deep breath, fogging up the glass. Our parents had died tragically in a fire two years ago. Generously, our aunt had taken us in but her farm was tanking after my uncle left us. I needed...
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