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Weekly Contest #341
September 3, 2014, at 18:20I can’t believe I got my first iphone!!!! Agh i’m so excited, can’t wait to tell the girlstomorrow at school. I mean, sure, it’s an iphone 4 my brother used, but still a newphone just for me! So, exciting. September 10, 2014, at 10:32Don’t forget to get your uniform for PE next week or else coach won’t let you inclass.P.s send mom txt to ask for money. September 16, 2014, at 10:30Pin locker: October 27, 2014, at 15:00Outfit ideas for Halloween party at Kris’sBlack skirt with black tights and my high Converse, simpl...
Weekly Contest #338
Zahara didn’t remember when she found ‘the book’. It was a long time ago. But she remembered she had found it one summer in the town library, a place she visited often because school was closed, and her best friend was away on vacation. Everyone else in her family had the unfortunate habit of going to work. Zahara, who did not yet share this habit, spent her days wandering between shelves, checking out books she would stack beside her bed and read until the sun disappeared and the streetlights flickered on. The librarian was a woman named Mr...
Weekly Contest #332
It had been raining for six days and six nights without a moment’s rest before we discovered the ruins. On the seventh day, the sky finally cleared, and the swollen earth drank in the water. On day eight, when we stepped out of our homes to tend the fields and scrape the mud from our doorsteps, there it was. Half-sunken in the valley where the Blue River curved like a sleeping serpent, in the heart of the village, a great stone circle jutted from the softened ground. The circle was spread by small stones, each containing a different hue of t...
Weekly Contest #330
TW: Domestic abuse mentioned. When I first met Isla on the first day of second grade, I immediately hated her. Firstly, she was wearing the pink tights I wanted, but Mom refused to buy them for me because they were expensive. Secondly, everybody liked her quickly, even though she was too quiet and too friendly. Even our teacher liked her, which was Isla’s greatest offense towards me, as I was no longer the favorite. I was so busy hating her, I dreamed about ripping off her pink bows from her two pigtails. So, why was it when she approached m...
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