Pennsylvania Kite Weather

Three's A Crowded

"You've locked the door, right?" Caroline asked as the cap unscrewed.

Marissa watched the blonde warily as she shook the small plastic container and rattled out the pills. They accumulated like bite-size candy, or oval-shaped pearls in a blue bowl, one that Marissa frequently used to cook microwavable ramen in her dorm when she didn't feel like going out.

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Average: 4.9 (7 votes)

Alley Cat

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The sun had set outside of the corner café, and I knew I was fucked.

With the rate Austen was reading through his poems, there wouldn’t be any daylight to walk home. To the dozen or so other young adults in here with us, he read with no rush whatsoever. This particular poem was an extended metaphor about how the smoke of apartment fires choked the city like the host of other community issues. My friend was quite the subtle activist. I had to commend him for making his writing amount to more public visibility than my work ever could.

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Average: 4.2 (5 votes)

Quiet!

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The door crept open with absolute silence. Not even the complaint of a hinge announced Shelley’s entry. A wool-lined outsole of a boot took the first cautious step inside, then her brown cloak was clutched close as she sidled through the gap. She drew her hood back to behold the sight of the ancient library.

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Average: 4.7 (9 votes)

Bathroom Break

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While the Manniver family had safely gotten through the hurricane, the mermaid they discovered in their backyard the morning after didn’t appear so lucky.

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Average: 4.4 (12 votes)

Out of Drought

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The sun was striking down — again — on the white shingles of my home when I awoke. I peeled aside the drapes of my bedroom window and could practically feel the heat radiating through the glass. The mornings should never be this hot.

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Average: 4.3 (15 votes)

Wicked Way to Go, A

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After much deliberation, the townspeople came to the conclusion that the old shack in the middle of woods must be a place of witchcraft, and they schemed of a way to purge such terrifying acts from their vicinity.

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Average: 4.3 (14 votes)
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