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Winter Leung

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Weekly Contest #65

"Get the bloody hammer!" "What's a damn hammer gonna do against A GHOST!" "I DON'T. KNOW!" Insert record scratch sound here. Hey, I bet you're wondering how I got to this point. No you're not. Welcome to the house of clichés, my friend. On with the story! Anyways, to understand how I got here we have to go back to when I was just a normal high school girl in a town not big enough to get on the map. The boys and girls in the clique- the awful names that they stick- you're never gonna fit in much, kid. I definitely didn't fit in, but who did e...

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Please, Let Me Go

Weekly Contest #62

Teachers and their time capsules. What are they worth? It's literally just a finger puppet and a standard pencil they put in a box a year ago. She never understood the concept of time capsules. If she put the things she loved in them, she'd forget and never get them back, torturing herself and itching to open it every second she looked at it. If she put in something she didn't love, than what's the point?But the class required it, for some reason. And she wasn't about to do something stupid. What should she put? Her favorite book, perhaps? I...

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What It's Like to be a Side Character

Weekly Contest #58

People say that time is everything's worst enemy. Ha, no. I object, my greatest enemy is statistics. It's why some dude just drowned in a puddle, why a whole lot of people just went insane, and why I was born a side character in my own story. You probably don't understand. How could you? Everyone has something, you might think. But if you think about it in a statistical way, someone out there definitely is a side character. And that someone is me. Maybe there's someone else out there. They might be the only one who could understand, but I wo...

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Alex

Weekly Contest #54

You know that expression, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me? Yeah, how about fool me five times? I'm just a sorry little girl who doesn't learn from their mistakes. I suppose you want me to tell you what those mistakes were. Mind you, like any other regular human, I've made so many more mistakes within my short lifespan. Actually, I think I've made more than usual. We're getting off topic here. I suppose I should just get into the story.Alex. I suppose you probably know at least one person called Alex huh? Such a popular...

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My Story

Weekly Contest #43

Hey. My name's- actually, I can't tell you, and welcome to the story of my life. And trust me, you don't want it. You know, I've always been a bit of an outcast. Everyone always had a cheat code to get through, except for me. Of course, I'm not blind. I see that others suffer too. I see the jock who's allowed to do anything he wants, but it's because his parents don't care. I see the kid who cries silently in the cafeteria while his friends ignore him because it's a regular thing. I see the girl whose own therapist turned against her because...

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Journey to Find a Soulmate

Weekly Contest #32

Soulmates. Instead of growing up with prissy pink princess dreams, I grew up with soulmates. Everyone has a soulmate. No matter who you are, or what you've done. There are many ways you can meet them. Some have a birthmark with the first word their soulmate will say to them. Some have a timer counting down every day, every hour, every second until they can meet them. Some have a silky red string that only they can see. There are so many kinds of ways you can meet your soulmate, all wonderful and dramatic, dreamy and romantic. And then there'...

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Just One More

"Oh come on, Mama! Just one more!""No Alice, you've had far too many.""But Mamaaaaa!""Alright fine, just one more."This is Alice. Alice is a little girl with sunshine locks and ocean eyes, which- if you squinted hard enough -had little ivory sparkles filled with wonder. Now, Alice was a kind little girl, and she almost always did what she was asked. She did all her chores, got straight As in school, and never asked for any new clothes or toys. But notice how I said almost. You see, Alice had stumbled upon a little tin of sugar once. And once...

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How to be a Mother

When she saw those two red lines, she was devastated. She didn't want to be a mother! She had seen her friends who had become mothers go from young and energetic to old and tired. She didn't want that! She wanted to stay young and free-spirited forever! She couldn't do that with a- a child! And on top of that, she couldn't provide a kid with all the constant toys they went through, or the endless amounts of attention they needed! But she just didn't have the heart to get an abortion. Finally sucking up the nerve to tell her fiance, his respo...

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This is Home

Side note- goes along with song This is Home by Cavetown.Often I am upsetEvery day they came, and it was just them, their own little band of freaks and misfits.That I cannot fall in loveBut I guessThis avoids the stress of falling out of itBut she always pushed them away, because her heart was broken. And a broken heart can cut those that get too close to it.Are you tired of me yet?She would askI'm a little sick right nowHer parents hated the fact that she wasn't a boy. Her father would abuse her, but her mother's indifference hurt worse tha...

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Weekly Contest #15

May 7, 2010Dear Journal, My name is Alan Walker, and I am thirteen years old and possibly the most quiet person in existence. If anyone knew I was writing in a diary-- sorry journal, I would have probably been thrown into a tree with my hands bound. Middle school is a terrible thing. Kids are cruel, they become adults surrounded by others just like them and learn nothing. Then they have kids just like them and the cycle repeats over and over. The only thing they care about these days is how they look and how high they are on the so...

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Lily

Weekly Contest #13

I don’t really remember that day. You’d think I’d remember, as it was the most painful day of my life. I remember a little brother, the smell of cinnamon sugar, and a calm tune playing on the radio. Then a scream, glass shattering, a flashing red light. The little brother was gone, cinnamon turned to blood, and the calm music was now a shrieking mess of screams and sirens. Then a sea of darkness rushed in and I started drowning. A month later, when I woke up, I was alone. I stared at the white-washed walls until my eyes hurt. No more mother ...

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