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Submitted to Contest #335
The boy kept to himself during the holiday season. His birthday was the day after Christmas and his mother, father and sister helped him blow out the ten candles on the cake that his sister had made for him. Other than his group violin lesson with two other children, and school, he did not spend much time with others. When the neighborhood kids asked him if he wanted to join their tree house club, he made a fool of himself when he climbed two rungs up the ladder before getting scared and quitting the whole adventure. They made an earnest ef...
Submitted to Contest #298
Reginald admired the oak tree’s orange leaves and then he bit into the bark. The beaver had been searching for a tree, so that he could make a lodge. His family had been killed by a fur trapper a few weeks ago, and Reginald was worried about not having a home for the upcoming winter. The oak tree rested on the grassy bank by the stream. In the summer, the grass was scattered with dandelions, which reminded Reginald of the stars. In the autumn, the oak tree turned orange, and it reminded Reginald of the sun. The beaver got to work cutting the...
Submitted to Contest #192
The family dachshund sat on Rory’s lap hoping for a bite of hamburger. They always grilled on the deck once the weather got nice. It was a hot May evening and the boy’s limbs were tired from swimming in the pond and playing in the mud with Myrtle, who was the greatest dog that he had ever laid eyes on. That weekend he would put her in the basket of his bike and they would go to the town park. She would sit and watch as he played baseball with his friends. Sometimes she would run after a foul ball and come back proudly with it. Scotty t...
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