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Submitted to Contest #309
Viola holds up the dress to the sunlight flickering through her bedroom window. It’s yellow, flowy, Edward’s favourite. He’s coming to see her at ten today, she checks the clock, 9:30. Just enough time to get ready. She slips the dress over her head, groaning as she lifts her arms. They ache. She must have slept on them funny.Viola moves to the drawer in her room, where she keeps her teacups, she can only find two, they’re plastic. She frowns, rummaging deeper, no sign of her china ones. These will have to do. Viola opens her makeup bag and ...
Submitted to Contest #308
Screeching Tyres.Panicked Screams.Silence.Helena opens her eyes, feeling disoriented. Sunlight streams through the cracked windscreen, casting a golden glow on her slumped form. The seatbelt digs into her chest as she searches with her hand to undo the release. It clicks free, loosening its grip on her, she takes a deep breath, the pain already fading. She turns her head towards the passenger seat where Robyn had been. There’s blood on the headrest, the air bag has deployed. But the seat is empty.“Robyn? Where are you?” She calls out, her th...
Submitted to Contest #307
Cassandra Montague was tucked into the corner of Camasmere Academy’s grand library, halfway through Villette by Charlotte Bronte, when she heard a commotion by the stairs. She didn’t need to look up to recognise the sharp, honeyed sting of Portia Lavinia Cavendish, Year 12’s undisputed Queen Bee, her usual lackeys flanking her like guards. Fleur Wynthorpe, who looks down her nose at everyone, despite her parents barely keeping their business afloat. And Briony Harrington, their shadow and Cassie’s former friend, standing behind them like alw...
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