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Weekly Contest #86
“Hello little bunny rabbit,” I whisper as I inch toward a little bunny sitting in a grassy clearing. It’s fur is the color of hot chocolate, it’s tail is the pure white whipped cream that sits on top. I am going hiking with my parents in a beautiful redwood forest where the trees are alive with movement. I love to see all the animals of the forest. I could sit in one spot for hours on end just watching them. The bunny’s ears and nose twitch as it tries to figure out whether I am a friend or foe. I am just about to be close enough...
Weekly Contest #77
My eyes were glued to the car window. At every speck of white I saw, a rush of adrenaline flowed through my body. Unfortunately, every time, so far, I’d been disappointed to find out the white I’d seen had been a piece of trash. I was sitting in the back seat of our Subaru Forester with my full grown Pomsky, Miika. I was so excited I could barely keep from standing up and bouncing all over the car. We were going to see snow, and go sledding, for the first time in four years! Beside me, Miika was as excited as I was. The only thing keeping he...
Weekly Contest #76
I licked my paw methodically. It seemed no matter how hard I tried it never got clean. I glanced around. Good, Midnight was nowhere to be seen. Midnight was my mother, and always tried to steal all the attention for herself when she got the chance. Her birth name wasn’t Midnight, as my birth name wasn’t Tabby, but that’s what one of our caretakers had named her, and she, like me, honored her new name. Midnight didn’t look much like me. She was a black cat and I was a brown tabby, but we still got along nicely and loved each other. “Ta...
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