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Weekly Contest #302
The door slammed open as Lainey barged into the convenience store. She hastily marched through the store to the check stand and demanded a pack of the cheapest cigarettes. She was silent as the cashier said her total, $11.49. As Lainey left the store the cashier yelled to her “Happy Thanksgiving!” Lainey froze for a second, breathed heavily, and quickly walked out the door. Thanksgiving was always a hard time for Lainey, be thankful, for what? Spend time with family, what family? The holidays were a lonely and sad time for her, but there wa...
This story takes place in 1899. I don’t usually care about other people or how they act. But I can’t help but notice that there is a strange figure. A shadowy figure. He… or she? I can’t tell. I wonder… every time I look out the window, I see them. The teacher doesn’t notice, am I the only one who can see them? No… no that can’t be. Looks like they are gone. Strange, I thought- “ What are you looking at?” “Mind your own business, Walter.” Walter glared at me and turned around. I’m usually not that rude, but Walter never minds his own bus...
Weekly Contest #187
It’s not easy being cursed… or at least when everyone thinks you’re cursed, but what’s the difference? Even if you’re not, what does it matter if everyone thinks you are? After all, if everyone thinks you’re ugly, then you are even if you’re not, because of what the people around you think. That’s how it’s always been for me, being a one-eyed cat living in an abandoned temple. People walk in, kids, adults, teens... even the occasional old couple. They come looking to play around, but when they see me walk around the corner they scream...
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