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Submitted to Contest #68
Hannah and Jax looked at the rising sun, blowing out frozen breaths and dangling their feet on the roof. They were damn tired, but it was worth it. The sky was beautiful at 6:30 am, November 20th. Hannah snuck a look at Jax, who had his eyes closed and had started humming to himself, breaking the silence. She looked at him in confusion. “I don’t recognize that song. What is it?” Jax didn’t meet her eyes as he said, “It’s a new one I’ve been working on. It’s- nothing.” Jax shook his head, messing up his pla...
Submitted to Contest #63
It was a cold autumn day, perfect for apple picking in Kristine’s opinion. She shivered slightly as a crisp breeze blew in and shifted closer to the person next to her. It was her best friend, Cole. They were at Maple Farms, their favorite orchard in the state. It was also owned by Kristie’s aunt, which meant free entry. For seventeen years, Kristie had been coming to Maple Farms. She had barely been six her first time, not even up to her father’s shoulder. For the last thirteen, Cole had come along too. He was practically ...
Submitted to Contest #57
Sometimes a story does not start. Sometimes it was always there, like the hope that you’re born with, the traditions you’re born into. Sadly, hope will die easier for some people more than others. Tradition can be harder to break. Sarah came from a perfect family. They’d always excelled at everything, whether it was finishing a project first or beating everyone else in an election for mayor. Ah, yes… mayor. Her father was the mayor for as long as he could be. And her grandfather. And every other great- som...
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