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Submitted to Contest #307
Layla had always been taught that beauty would fade. And while she accepted there was some truth in that sentiment, she just didn’t believe in the permanence of it. After all, winter’s death eventually ended, bowing down to the emergence of spring. To her, nature was a vow that promised perseverance. She couldn’t imagine looking at the campus buildings and forests surrounding her and ever finding them anything less than breathtaking and majestic. She had been so afraid to move so far from home, but had found home here. It was everywhere, in ...
Submitted to Contest #286
Stella looked up at the overcast sky barely withholding the coming downpour and sighed. The beautiful picnic she and her friends had planned weeks ago was definitely not happening anymore. Of course, living here for the last year had taught her never to place too much in this city’s weather when forming plans. It had been a tough pill to swallow when her parents had told her halfway in the middle of her junior year of high school that they were packing up and leaving their beautiful hometown in Southern California for dreary old London. She ...
Submitted to Contest #229
Deceptive Coordinates “I can’t do this,” Lila squeezed her eyes shut and threw the folded paper in Max’s direction. It fluttered to the ground, and he stooped to pick it up before the mud could soil it. Paper wasn’t really the right word to describe it, as it was a thick, cream card with gold accents on the edges. Max looked at her sympathetically. “You can’t put it off forever. Come on, you can do this, Lila. Whatever it says, it’ll be okay,” Lila could tell he was trying to sound as optimistic as he could. “You’ll get some answers,...
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