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Sat Nov 10, 2018 11:08 pm
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RowenaLynn says...



She worried about everything. What will they think.
But the darkness couldn't take her.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?"
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Mon Nov 12, 2018 5:14 am
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Mea says...



In the split second he took to fire, her little boy became a soldier.
We're all stories in the end.

I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff.
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I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS.
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Mon Nov 12, 2018 1:56 pm
LadyGemstone says...



I awoke staring into grim darkness, but found that deep within there was light.
Respect is felt and lack of respect is also felt. If we all would respect eachother then the world would be better.
  





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Mon Nov 12, 2018 2:22 pm
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niteowl says...



His letter came too late.
"I love you, too," she whispered at his casket.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci

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Mon Nov 12, 2018 3:31 pm
Bellarke says...



The darkness closed in, it was too late.
He was gone forever, not remembered.
“Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.”

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Thu Nov 15, 2018 3:23 am
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alliyah says...



He looked his whole life for something that was right in front of him.
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Sat Nov 24, 2018 10:08 pm
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Panikos says...



Hey again, folks! Thanks for all of your brilliant submissions; I had so much fun reading them and I loved seeing how everybody coped with the restraints. Without further ado, allow me to announce our wonderful winners...

In third place, we have the wonderful @Mea, with this entry:

In the split second he took to fire, her little boy became a soldier.


Second place goes to the brilliant @niteowl, with this story:

His letter came too late.
"I love you, too," she whispered at his casket.


And in first place, we have the marvellous @Liminality, with a submission that made me laugh out loud:

Was pursuing her life's love. Found spouse, but no publishing deal. Wants a refund.


I'll be sending the points out immediately! Congratulations and thank you to everybody who entered - you all did amazingly! :D
The backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done.


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Sat Dec 22, 2018 10:32 pm
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Amabilia says...



She grabbed his hand, his warmth melting her. Wax dripped. Icarus had warned her.
"When you are ready for fireworks instead of sparklers, I will come for you." -Eric Van Vuren
  





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Sat Dec 22, 2018 11:14 pm
Panikos says...



@Amabilia I'm really sorry to say that this competition is closed now! Thanks for the story even so!
The backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done.


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Sun Dec 23, 2018 5:07 pm
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Amabilia says...



Oof that's ok I should have checked the dates lol I just read Squills super late sorry
"When you are ready for fireworks instead of sparklers, I will come for you." -Eric Van Vuren
  








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