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Submitted to Contest #104
‘Go on, C! You can do it,’ said Olympia. Corey nodded, his courage shining through. He went to the stage of the eleventh grade talent show and began singing, his voice sounding like the angels. The first time anyone had seen his courage to its full extent, heard him sing, been astounded by his voice. One Year Earlier ‘You should go up, C!’ Olympia said, thinking she was going to be quieter than she actually was. ‘No, I can’t.’ Corey replied. ‘You’re a great singer!’ ‘Don’t say that too loud. I’m not that great at it, not good enough for ...
Submitted to Contest #92
Resting my heavy head in my short fingers was no use. They were so cold that I may as well have had icicles growing off them. But it was the only comfort I had. Today, my seventeenth birthday, my mum was supposed to take me to get a car and apply to take my driver’s test. I let go of that dream years ago. I’d been saving my money for a really long time to make my seventeenth as special as it should have been if I was never placed into foster care. All my money could get me was a small pizza, a mini muffin, a really small drink and a lit cand...
Submitted to Contest #78
The energy was released. Transferred. Until it stopped and left as sound and heat. The arrow left the bow and hit the target in the middle. Bullseye. Three years ago, she’d have people behind her and next to her, cheering her on so she would get another good shot. But not anymore. No one was there. No one was her cheerleader. Unless it was on a FaceTime call, a Skype, a WhatsApp or Facebook, Instagram or Snapchat or whatever else was around, no one would applaud her. With everyone superglued to their screens, their iPads, Samsung Galaxy’s, l...
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