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May 2012 Callie was beautiful. She’s simple and vibrant, her styles changing from day to day but somehow all of them end up being- well, just her. Lucas sat in the audience listening to her speak. Her graduation hat barely contained her brown curls, she was smiling so big as she talked that no one in the crowd could contain thiers. She had that effect on people, she definitely had it on him. Of course she was the popular girl but she wasn’t your typical one– meaning she wasn’t your mean girl popular, you know the ones who actually take to ...
Submitted to Contest #61
“This is ridiculous,” Austin said, looking in the mirror smoothing down the black dress that hugged her body, “you cannot wear a little black dress to your high school reunion”. She heads over to the closet when Mike walks over behind her and rubs her shoulders. “You can wear whatever you want to this thing. These people haven’t seen you in ten years. Wear the black dress baby” he kisses her on the temple. “I don’t deserve you,” she says feeling warm from his embrace and words. “I know!” he jokes pushing at her buttons “Ass” she sm...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear whoever this may concern, I'm not quite sure who that is, if anyone even cares or if I am writing to God. I don't even know if 4 am is late or early, all I know is I was tired of trying to argue myself to sleep. So I found myself here, on my porch with a pen and paper, wishing for the first time that I had a journal. Actually, that's a lie I wish I was sleeping. I wish that my husband would come home and I wish that my kids didn't have to celebrate another holiday without him. I'm not sure who I hate more, the military for taking my hus...
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