Kary Rewcassell
Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by putting in a lump on the top of her head. It didn’t really work although it was a valiant attempt. While most people simply noticed the tangled mess on top of her head, what most people failed to understand that within the tangles mess was an entirely new year. That was her secret. She kept worlds on top of her head.

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June 21 2019
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“He looked behind the door and didn’t like what he saw.”
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February 5 2019
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The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without notice of what was about him. He didn’t hear the sound of the car as his ball careened into the road. He took a step toward it, and in doing so sealed his fate.
The paper was blank. It shouldn’t have been. There should have been writing on the paper, at least a paragraph if not more. The fact that the writing wasn’t there was frustrating.