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Weekly Contest #76
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Weekly Contest #74
Aaron stretches himself, as he sits on the comfortable peach colored couch. Sipping on a cup of hot coffee, he looks at Rose, whose wild hair, for once, is slipped in two pigtails. Concentrating hard on the recipe she is making; Rose doesn't notice Aaron staring at her. She lifts the cream colored batter, moves it around, in a 'Rose' sort of way, and plops it back in the mixing bowl. She rubs the back of her hand against her rosy cheek, and Aaron tuts, as it leaves a small imprint of flour. He gets up from his now too-comfortable couch and p...
Weekly Contest #72
Author's note: Hey! I started off with the given prompt, but somehow the story ended up differently! Hope you like it, and please leave a feedback! Thanks :) "Gear up, Zen," Zylith growled. Her bushy hair, barely contained in a hair tie, ware escaping and making her clench her teeth with frustration. "What do you think I'm doing then, Lith? Dancing about?" Zen cracked. Zylith felt Zen's anger surface, so she tried to pacify. "Ok...ok...but please do it fast!" Zen smirked. "That's like a good girl." "HEY! Don't call me that! We're not huma...
Weekly Contest #71
"Cherry!" Em cried, barely hiding her excitement."Coming, Em," The raven haired replied, as she switched off the television."Guess what!" Em asked, wiggling her brows."Um... You found the best cupcake recipe? "Em shook her head."You took part in baking the biggest cookie ever? "Cherry couldn't guess what Em wanted to say; she was always full of surprises and mysteries."Come on, you tell me.""Nope. Guess." Em continued."Em, you better tell me right now, or I'm going back to James Bond. "Em gave up."Okay.. Okay.. I'll tell you. ""I'm waiting.....
Weekly Contest #69
"But mom, Twinkle started it!" Michael cried out. "Liar! You said that my hair looks like a beaten up bush," Twinkle's emerald eyes shone like diamonds as she spoke. Michael narrowed his eyes, "Then who said that I look like an old man?" "I was joking, Michael!" Twinkle replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Then I was joking as well." Micheal simply said, deciding to irritae Twinkle as much as he could. "Mom! Please tell him to stop!" Twinkle requested. "No, mom. Ask her to say sorry." Michael pushed aside his bangs, clearly having no intention...
Weekly Contest #66
Killing someone was never what I'd ever do. Or what I had never thought I'd do. But when he came in my way, I knew it had to be done. To save my reputation. Let me begin at the beginning. I am always a silent girl. Shy, introvert. I jump when a spider comes my way. I jump when someone suddenly barges. I jump when someone speaks in deep silence, I jump when this happens .....I jump when that happens.... You get an idea. Girls call me 'Scaredy-Kat.' "Um...Becca, I...can I please have my way...?" I nervously stutter, as I try to make my ...
"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat." Six said, as she rolled her eyes. "For heaven's sake, Six. I'm not planning my defeat!" Zed said, exasperated. He shook the knife in his hand dramatically, and then swished it down on the bright orange carrots on the chopping board. Six, who couldn't take it any longer, snatched the knife from Zed's hand, pushed aside the board, and said sternly. "Zed. You'll win. Hard-work pays off, and you've wasted much of my ingredients than I have ever used in my life to make this one recipe." ...
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