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Submitted to Contest #95
“Ezekiel, Ezekiel, get in here! I need you right now! It’s an emergency!” a voice shrieked, tearing Izzy out of his dreams. He bolted upright, unruly hair matted to the side of his head, and at once the calm sleep brought him dissipated like smoke in a breeze. He scrambled off of his bed and dug through his clothes for something decent to wear while she screamed and shouted at him. He knew that she didn’t mean to be cruel, that she was only being stern to help him, but he could not help the way his body racked with fear as her volume ...
Submitted to Contest #84
Conner stumbled into the house very late in the evening. His face was streaked with rust brown liquid and his shirt had three distinct rips where a REborn had gotten too close. Looking around on the ground, he found the remote and turned the TV on. “And just why were you out so late?” Conner rolled his eyes, pausing the TV. “If you must know, Dad, I was getting yeast. Those baguettes aren’t going to rise themselves.” He pulled out a long line of connected packets and shook them in the air. After a few moments of silence from h...
Submitted to Contest #54
“West Shores Academy” West Shores Academy sat on top of a cliff overlooking the ocean. From the east wing’s windows, students could see steely gray waves bubbling and dashing themselves on the rocks. For the average passerby, the academy was gloomy and scary, always cast in clouds. For Joan Perez, it was practically home. She pulled up to the front doors in her blue 2011 Ford Focus. She stepped out, her heel crunching against ice. It was summer currently, but the sun never shone on this part of the countryside. She shivered in the cr...
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