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”Boy, you sure look like you had a rough day.” The old man behind the counter says to me as I pull out a crumbled batch of roses from my pocket and shove all of them into the trash bin near the front, tears pooling in my eyes.“I’m fine. I’m just here to return something.” I mutter as I throw a box of chocolates down on the counter.“Of course. Do you have your receipt?” He says to me.I pull it out of my wallet and slam it on the counter.He returns my money and I head for the door before he stops me.“Hey son, why don’t you take one of the choc...
Weekly Contest #16
I swiftly blew out the candles on my cake to end the night. The smoke drifted above the candles and, I pulled them out to lick the frosting and crumbs off the bottom.“What’d you wish for?” My dad asked excitedly.“He can’t tell you, or else it won’t come true.” My mother said as she stood up and began to cut the cake.“I wished that something exciting would actually happen.” I said.“Aw, now your wish won’t come true.” My dad frowned.“It’s ok, dad,” I said, putting the candles to the side. “Even if I kept it to myself, it wouldn’t come true. Th...
Weekly Contest #14
I crack the window open a few inches. Enough to keep the rain out and let some fresh air in. The musty smell of the wet grass slowly creeps through the window. It smells nice. I've always enjoyed watching the rain and the drops of water leak down the window.A pair of strong hands close the window and wipe the rain off the windowsill. I look at to face the person connected to those hands. It's my dad."Tyson, I know you want to let the fresh air in, but please, don't let the rain in too. If you want fresh air, then go outside. It's spring brea...
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