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This doesn't go with the prompt. Go down to my comment for a better explanation. Enjoy! “Ro c’mon! What's taking so long? Are you trying to move at your slowest speed possible?” I sighed and shook my head before grabbing my bag and jean jacket off my bed. “I’m coming Tam, calm down!” I yelled back. I could hear the impatient groan of Tam downstairs and stifled a laugh, tempted to test her impatience. “Oh my gosh come on!” She yelled up the stairs. I closed my door behind me and flew out of my room. Tam glared at me as I rushed down the...
Authors Note: This isn't really an authors not but it sort of is. So I was gonna submit this submission to one of the "lights out" prompts and was copying it from google docs to paste it in reedsy aaaaand the contest ended. I was so frustrated. Anyways, I really liked it and thought it sort of fit with this prompt, so thats the story!! Hope you enjoy!! -Skylar I sat in the chair, Mr. Dane’s hands flying around furiously translating Ms. Holson. Ms. Holson’s lips moving faster than I could handle. I tried to concentrate on just her mouth but ...
2 months ago I ran back inside and up the stairs and grabbed my sunglasses off the kitchen counter. I stopped to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything else than hurried out the front door to my car. I pulled my door handle than pulled it again and again. After 4 tries, I knew I was locked out. I looked through the backseat window, trying to remember where I had put the keys. Annie was happy as a clam sitting in her car seat. She looked through the window at me and her eyes widened a little. I felt bad, she was scared most likely, granted I...
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