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Submitted to Contest #93
A slim brown girl stared up at her cousin, who was six feet four, with palpable resentment. The boy had an arrogant smile wound up on his face. The party was so lit; why did his cousin have to call it quits at midnight? They had until ten a.m until her ‘rents returned home from the world Health Fund Conference. She had mercilessly kicked out all his peers. Had she not been having the time of her life? That soccer player, Dave was into her the whole night. He would chat her up any time she wasn’t being completely and utterly OCD! Avery wa...
Submitted to Contest #91
“File B294, met a snobbish girl.” I put the cue card into my red cabinet. I shut one drawer and then it shuddered. The knobs twisted up to show it was locked. I ran my fingers over the spines of my older cards with small mementos of my past, like the time I pulled that guy from fifth grade’s hair, for bullying me. ..my first kiss…my first taste of a sour lemon meringue pie. All of these memories were under A1- 20. I had some issues deciding where to catalogue today’s experiences. “Dex!” a shrill voice shouted. It jeered the senses. I ne...
Submitted to Contest #88
“Give me back my talisman!” shouted a girl. She was surrounded by short men with pointy ears and crude smiles. She had a torn, brown blouse and tattered black stockings. Th men had green, neat, freshly pressed clothes. The ringleader was the brownie clan’s favourite son. He had the handsomest pointed ears, vibrant carrot hair, eyes as blue as the pond they used. He had a triangular, red hat he wore every day. “No, way Stretch!” He rattled the chain in front of her. Her dark face gnarled in effort, trying to catch him. Sonny s...
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