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I crack my knuckles and touch the ground, stretching my calves the way Olympic runners do before a race. The gravel spikes at my palms; my muscles burn from the stretching. Jogging in place, I breathe in short bursts that form into clouds in the chilly air.

Max paces back and forth next to me, holding a clipboard and waving his pen like a conductor. My body is so full of electricity from the anticipation that I want to slap him as hard as I can just for the sake of letting go of the tension. Instead, I crack my knuckles again, making Max cringe in a satisfying way.

Shaking it off, Max checks his watch before pushing his glasses to the top of his head. “Four minutes,” he says, reading off the clipboard. “The race starts at the fifth period bell. That way, you won’t meet any teachers in the hallways who are running late, but there might be some girls still rushing to class after lunch.” He looks up, scrunching his eyebrows together. “Although I really don’t know why you bother. Everyone knows that all the girls at St Cecilia’s are lesbos.”

A murmur of agreement waves over the guys crowded around me. I roll my eyes at them.

Max continues. “You’ve checked the map? You know where you’re going?” I nod, shaking my hands to keep warm in the gray November afternoon. “You’ve thought of an escape route?”

“Shut up, Max,” my buddy Jake says. “You’re killing his concentration.”

I smile gratefully at him, my stomach rolling around with nerves. The old stone building looms in front of me, the wall huge and windowless, almost like a prison. Although instead of keeping its students inside, it keeps guys like us out.

St Cecilia’s Catholic School for Girls has been around for God knows how long. There are two contrasting assumptions about the girls that go there: one, that they’re all totally desperate and would throw themselves at the first guy they see, and two, that they’re all gay. There’s much mystery surrounding the school, and thus was born the Race.

It all started with this one guy, Louis Raye, who figured he could just waltz through the front door and walk out dripping with hot girls. But he didn’t even make it past the front desk before being turned away. After that, it became a game to see who could make it the farthest inside the building, guys skipping school and showing up in hordes to watch the races. There was always at least one guy every year who would try his hand at it, and they all saw varying numbers of hot girls before being chased out. One runner even locked himself in the janitor’s closet just inside the school before the police showed up to drag him away.

Then, there was Gary Reynolds. No one knows how he did it, but he managed to make it all the way to a courtyard in the center of the school without getting caught. Legend has it, he spray painted his initials on one of the walls in the courtyard, and the tag is still there today. Ever since then, the competition’s been increasingly fierce, but I’m still the first person this year to attempt the Race.

“Hey, Charlie?” This guy everyone calls Pocket stumbles toward me, tiny and trembling in the cold. “What about Ms. Marlowe?”

Ms. Marlowe is St Cecilia’s secret weapon, and anyone who’s ever encountered her has the bruises to show it. Nobody knows what kind of teacher she is, just that she roams the halls with her trusty broom in hand, waiting for someone to attempt the Race. They say she’s ugly enough to turn a person to stone and huge enough to crush someone with her weight.

“Charlie doesn’t believe those stupid stories, Pocket,” Jake cuts in, clapping me on the shoulder. I jump slightly at his touch, lost in my thoughts.

“Right,” I say. I bend my neck to either side. “She probably can’t even run.”

Truth is, I’ve been training for this day all summer. I’ve been running a couple of times every week, imagining what it’s going to be like to jog out of St Cecilia’s unscathed. If I’m honest, it’s not the hot girls I care much about, although they’re a pretty good incentive too. Mostly, I want to get my initials on that wall. I want my name to go down in history like Louis Raye and Gary Reynolds. I want to walk into school tomorrow and hear people say, “That’s the guy who won the Race.” I want to freaking win, already.

“Ten seconds,” Max says, checking his watch. He digs a stopwatch out of his pocket and places a thumb on the start button.

My heart thumps louder, trying to break out of my chest. Bending down to my starting position, I feel the blood rush to my head. The guys around me cheer, shouting “Good luck”s and “Go get ‘em”s. Jake is the loudest, growling in a deep voice like a football coach pumping up his top player for the game. My legs tremble in anticipation as Max counts down over the encouragements of the guys. “Three… Two… One…”

The bell rings inside the school, and I’m off.

My mind is a blur; all I can think of is my legs pedaling below me, pushing me toward the dark opening that is the entrance. It’s like a cave with nothing but black and mystery beyond it, and I want in. The gravel under my running shoes turns to pavement, which turns to wood as I race up the few steps to the door. Before I even know what I’m doing, I pass under the arch and enter the school.

I’ve memorized the map of the building, so I follow my legs as they rush me past the front desk and down the hallway. I hear the secretary stand up behind the desk, and I imagine her rubbing her eyes in disbelief and she yells, “Robert, we got a runner!” several seconds too late. I’ve already turned a corner and am safe from whoever Robert is. That’s when I see her.

I barely allow my mind to register the large limbs, the greasy hair held up in a bun, and the broom clutched in her hand before I squeak to a stop on the wooden floor and spin around, starting again in the other direction.

“Hey! Stop!” Ms. Marlowe squeals. I hear her shoes click, uninterrupted, as she launches in pursuit. Damn, that lady can run. I try to erase her image from my mind and concentrate on the fact that I’m inside St Cecilia’s.

Trophy cases line the walls, and murals painted in neutral colours make me feel like I’m inside an old photograph. The hallways are too empty, although I hear voices behind the doors I pass. Two girls stroll toward me, their hair long, their makeup perfect, their uniform letting me see just enough leg that I grow excited. I smile at them a throw a “hi” their way as I speed past, and they giggle in response. Pushing my hair out of my face, I skid around a corner and leave them, trying to escape Ms. Marlowe.

But she keeps coming. When I turn my head, I see that she has somehow gained on me. Her broom whacks the air like it longs to whack me, and I’ve completely lost track of where I am. I try to visualize the map in my mind, but I’m sweating so much that I think it’s gone to my brain. I can’t give up now, I think, panting and trying to see through the sweat in my eyes. But Ms. Marlowe’s clicking shoes are right behind me.

I push myself into a final sprint, ignoring the burn in my legs. Turning a corner, I crash through the first door I see and slam it closed behind me. My legs shaking, I lean against it, almost falling over. The clicking passes close to me, but doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause. I exhale, letting my shoulders relax against the door.

There’s a single desk in the room, and behind that desk is a girl. And yes, she is, indeed, very hot. Her bangs fall in front of her eyes, while the rest of her hair is swept up into a high ponytail. She’s not wearing any makeup, but her face is round and her ears are adorable, which I admit is a weird thought to have at this time. She stands up behind her desk and her lips form a tiny O.

I smile in what I imagine would be a seductive way if I weren’t covered in sweat, and say, “Hi,” in a low voice. My legs almost give beneath me, but she doesn’t seem concerned or even innocently curious.

“What the hell?” she says, still standing behind the wide desk. “You’re not one of those stupid runners, are you?”

“Hey! We’re not stupid,” I protest. I force myself to stand up properly and stumble toward the desk. “It’s a sacred tradition.”

“Well your tradition can go—”

She stops at the knock on the door. “Avery?” a man’s voice calls in.

“Shit,” she says. “Hide under the desk. But don’t try any of that Breakfast Club BS on me.”

Dropping to my knees, I follow her orders and crawl under the desk, where I curl up into a tight ball. Her smooth, pale legs taunt me a few inches away from my face. Now that she’s put the image of Bender shoving his face between Claire’s thighs, I can’t chase it away. I shake my head and concentrate on steadying my frantic breaths.

The door opens, and I hear heavy footsteps thump on the floorboards. “How’s it going?” a deep voice asks. “Are you almost done?”

“Nearly,” the girl—Avery—squeaks.

“Just hand it in when you’re finished,” the voice continues.

The minute the door closes again, Avery pushes her chair out like she’s eager to get far away from me. I bang my head on the desk before I manage to crawl my way out. Sitting on the floor, I rub the top of my head.

“You’re a horrible liar,” I say.

“Shut up,” she replies, crossing her arms and looking at a spot near my ear. Her eyelashes are long and quivering.

“What are you doing?” I ask, because I don’t know what to say.

“Taking an exam. I missed a class last week because I had a dentist appointment, and—why am I telling you this?”

I scooch closer until I’m next to the creaky chair. I’m careful to look only at her eyes, brown and large and staring into anything but mine. I smile with only a corner of my mouth, like actors do on television. “I’m Charlie.”

“I’m gay.”

My shoulders slouch. “Jesus, Max was right,” I mutter. “All the girls at this school are lesbos.”

She snorts, unamused. “You’re a pig.”

“I need a way out.”

Throwing her head back, she laughs. Her bangs sweep off to the side of her face. “Why would I help you?”

I shrug and stand up, digging my hands into my pockets. I feel the tiny spray can, and I know that I can still make it, I haven’t lost yet. “What kind of exam are you taking?”

“On Civil War generals.” Her eyes slide over to my face. “And other dead people.”

We stare at each other for a few seconds, her eyes defiant, mine pleading. It’s difficult to hold her gaze; it feels so physical, even though we’re several feet apart. Finally, she exhales and lets her eyelids drop, relaxing into her chair.

“I know a shortcut,” she says.


Avery and I tiptoe through the halls, stopping every once in awhile to listen for the clicking of Ms. Marlowe’s shoes. However, all seems calm; only our footsteps disturb the silence. I’m shaking and jump at every movement in the corner of my eye, even when it’s my own hair bouncing next to my cheek. Avery, though, is completely relaxed, her shiny shoes barely making a sound as we pad down the hallway.

Finally, she stops at a door. Turning to me, she mouths “Wait here,” before poking her head into the room.

“Mr. Henry?” she asks. A moment crawls by as I crouch next to the door. I hear the shuffling of papers inside, and a drop of sweat rolls down the side of my face. “My cramps are really bad,” she continues. “Do you have any Advil?” Her voice is slightly rough, convincing even me that she could be in pain. Her acting isn’t that bad, after all.

Mr. Henry mutters something, his chair screeching and he pushes it out. Before I know what’s happening, Avery drags me into a standing position and through the door, waving me off. I creep past Mr. Henry, whose head is stuffed into his briefcase as he rummages through it. Other than him, the teacher’s lounge is empty, all the cubicles disorganized yet lonely. I eye the door at the other end of the room and slink toward it. As I slip out of the room, I give a little wave to Avery…

...and find myself in the courtyard.

It’s huge, huge and gray like a storm cloud, and yet so old, so still, that it almost feels like I’m standing in a church. My footsteps echo on the stones, the sound bouncing on the walls and the benches and the windows hung high on the walls. Through them, I see girls bent over their desks, although a few point toward me and whisper to their neighbours. I wave and wink, allowing myself a few short seconds of glory, before turning toward The Wall.

There it is. G.R. in black paint on the stone, standing out like a sore thumb. A very legendary sore thumb. Without wasting a moment, I race toward it, pulling out the spray can from my pocket.

“I knew you’d be here.”

I turn around and find myself face to face with the the grimace, the large limbs, the greasy hair pulled into a bun. Ms. Marlowe, proudly carrying her broom like a sword. I involuntarily shudder, and she rightfully takes it personally.

“I’ll call the police,” she says, enjoying the moment too much for my liking. “I’ll have you arrested for vandalism.”

“I haven’t even done anything yet!” I protest. I’m so close. So close…

“Yes, you have,” she sneers, pointing at Gary Reynolds’s initials on the wall. “Leave. Now.”

I want to slap her as hard as I can, not to let go of any tension this time, just for the sake of slapping her. My shoulders slouch in submission, and I’m about to head out the exit, foiled, when I see Avery.

“Ms. Marlowe!” she calls, standing just inside the courtyard in her navy uniform. “There’s another one, another runner.”

“That’s fine,” she replies without taking her eyes off me. “He’ll end up right here, just like this one.”

Avery’s face brightens, winking at me. “That’s great!” Ms. Marlowe turns to her for a second, but touches the tip of her broom to my forehead like a warning. “The other runner is my boyfriend, so I guess I’ll just keep him company for awhile.” Grinning, she disappears into the school, and I can’t help but think that she really is a great actress. At the very least, she has great instinct.

Ms. Marlowe hesitates between catching me and stopping a furious make-out session from taking place for several painful moments, before growling in my direction and running out of the courtyard and after Avery.

Before I know it, my initials are painted on the wall, a C.H. even bigger than G.R. I hear clapping and look up to see the girls, their noses pressed to the windows, applauding my success. I bow to my audience, take one last look at the initials, my initials, and, remembering my escape route, slip back into the building and begin my sprint to freedom. My feet are moving so fast, no one could ever catch me—not even Ms. Marlowe, whose broom leans casually on a classroom door. Without thinking, I grab it as I race past, and then I’m out.

In the street, Jake, Pocket, Max, and the rest of the guys run to catch up to me, but I’m flying, flying down the sidewalk and away from St Cecilia’s with the broom in my hand like a trophy, because I won. I won the Great Race, and I’m screeching and whooping, and I could slap myself right now just to be certain that I really am alive.
Word count: 2,780

This was the story about which I wrote a forum post around a month ago. I mentioned that I was working on a story that didn't seem to have any character development, and whether or not people thought this would make it a weak story. So now I ask again: do you think the lack of character development makes this story weak? Or do you think it's still fun to read, regardless? I'd love to have your opinion on this.

This school is loosely based on a Catholic school for girls in my hometown, although there is no such thing as "the Race". There is, however, a teacher rumoured to roam the halls and chase any boys out with her broom, which is what inspired this story. It was fun to write, and also a nice break from novel editing/procrastinating.

I'd love a critique on this! I wrote it fairly quickly, so there might still be a few typos that I missed. Also, the language might be a bit clumsy at times... let me know if you spot any sentences that need work. Also, the ending seems weak to me. If you have any ideas on how to improve it, feel free to share! :)

Edit 14/06/2014: HOLY CRAP MY THIRD DD! Thank you so much SCFrankles and chromeantennae for suggesting and neurotype for featuring. And thank you, of course to everyone who favs and/or comments. It means so much to me. :heart:

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Given 2014-06-14
The Great Race by GuinevereToGwen is "a modern-day quest set in a girls' school: the 'dragon' is armed with a broom and the 'princess' isn't interested in the hero" (suggester's words).

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Perfect.

That's all.



Well okay, I suppose I could say more... ("That's right," you say, "Who ever knew Carson to leave a three-word comment. Ever." Well, it has happened. [gasps] I also didn't initially decide to write an actual critique till after I'd written most of the rest of the comment)

So I really liked it. And now that I read it, I'm wondering why I even questioned. I suppose the concept was so foreign I didn't realize how...common it is. Maybe common is the wrong way to describe it but... I don't know, it's just such a natural story, actually quite a lot like many of the short stories I read during my English 11 class. I remember one in particular about a boy who's father gave him a new penny (back in the day when a shiney new penny was actually a novelty to a little kid) and he lost it but was too ashamed to tell his dad, I think in the end they went back together and found it, I don't remember..anyway, minor character development but just..real life. Because let's face it, life doesn't work out like a storybook, and you don't know you've changed till..well, do you ever really know? :P Anyway, I'm starting to ramble now (I forgot I could) I guess what I'm trying to say is, you brought it back to the basics, but you didn't leave out that hint of challenge--daring--and of course, Ms. Marlowe!
I did find the inclusion of Avery a little awkward just because of the way you described the circumstances--not sure how to explain that better... it felt a little farther-fetched than the rest, just in the way that their meeting and interaction played out, which wasn't bad, but it did stand out as a little from the rest of the story, particularly at the end when Avery managed to decoy Ms. Marlowe off with that story. I rated technique a little lower than the rest for that but I didn't find it to be more than a minor stumbling block as I was reading, and both the character interaction at the beginning (with the boys--I particularly found this amusing and so..boyish) and the end (first with the girls and then the boys again) made up considerably for it.
I did find the ending to be a little lame, with the escape detailing down to merely jumping a gate. It's certainly understandable that the accomplishment was the real focus and that once he made it and had his victory there wasn't much left to say, but after all, why was it such an accomplishment to get to that particular spot if the way out was so easy?
I didn't notice anything so bad in the spelling, grammar or wording to confuse or make me have to stop or re-read anything.

All-told, you wrote a story that is just so natural and authentic--it feels real enough to be true (and yes, so much so that I just checked to make sure you didn't list it under non-fiction)--it's a rare and very fine quality these days, from my experience of modern literature, and honestly, it's probably one of the best stories I've ever read because of that. So... very well done!
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That was a really fun read =P

I mean, I didn't find the lack of character development a bad thing at all. it wasn't needed in a story like this. It's some fun, coming-of-age stuff.

And anyway, there was character development! Not of a grand type, no, but Avery still progresses character-wise from hating Charlie to helping him get the initials in the courtyard, yknow.
The danger was present, but it still kept kinda playful. I liked the ending, it was pretty uplifting. Days of old and all that. Even though I'm in them o___o

But yeah, a fun little story. Well done on the DD! :clap:
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queenannabee98 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
This is fun to read since I can picture guys doing this.
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Student Writer
Ha ha! I'm glad you liked it. And yeah, this is such a guy thing to do. ;P
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queenannabee98 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm sure there's a few girls out there who would do this too although I'm not one of them. :P
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Student Writer
I completely agree. ;P And yeah, this is the sort of thing I can easily write about, but can't easily do, ha ha!
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queenannabee98 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm sure that's true with a lot of people.
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musicisthenewspeech Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015   Traditional Artist
I FREAKING LOVED THIS STORY, MADE MY MORNING
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Student Writer
Thank you! That's one of the best compliments I could receive. :bow:
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musicisthenewspeech Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015   Traditional Artist
Haha well I'm glad
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HunterWaldheim Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2015
TLDR
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lostmymind193 Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2014
that was a very enjoyable short story. Thank you!
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you for the kind comment. :)
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C-A-Harland Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2014  Student Writer
This is a great read, and I think the characters are really well portrayed. No, Charlie doesn't change that much, but then, this isn't really a story of growth for him, just of accomplishment. Avery changes more, and I think the hint at a possible friendship springing up between them is enough of a development to keep it interesting. 
The tension before the race is portrayed expertly, as is the fast pacing during the race itself. You can really feel all the nerves and excitement that Charlie is feeling. 
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much! That's so true, I've had a few comments saying that Avery is the one who changes, which is interesting. I've always thought this story was only about Charlie, but it really is about both of them equally. :)

I'm really glad to hear you say that, because I'm not very good with pacing. ;P

Thanks again! :hug:
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Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by DLR (Daily Literature Recognition) in a news article that can be found Here.
Be sure to check out the other artists featured and show your support by :+fav:ing the News Article. Keep writing and keep creating.
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much! :D
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You're welcome!
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hazel-thorne Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I love this! Reminds me of the time when some boys streaked through my old high school. But this story is better lol. The characters seem real and funny, the dialogue is natural, and the story has a great sense of urgency. I felt like cheering when he grabbed the broom haha. Your writing style is great - clear and fun to read.
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much! Haha, that must've been hilarious! But it's like that quote: "fiction is life with the boring bits taken out." :)
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
So happy to see this get the DD!!! I also suggested you, but to a different CV. :P Congrats my dear! 
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much! :hug: Ah yes, that has certainly happened to me before. ;) It means a lot, especially coming from a writer such as yourself. :heart:
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NELSONEITOR Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014
hmm.. you know i don't want to be mean or anything the fact that she is lesbo ruins the ending, sure he got the glory but he didn't got the girl, and what's more how many girls in the school are lesbos? all of them? thats a turn off for boys since all what they do are to get girls attention + the win ... on the other hand he did got the victory of all the girls of the school cheering him.  I think it may be just me, since I like the old fashion romantic ending were the girl and the boy become soul mates or something like that..
.......I FRICKING LOVE THE STORY BY THE WAY AND ENJOYED EVERY WORD ON IT Epic clap 
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Student Writer
What I think makes this piece different, though, is that he goes in looking for the girl, and comes out with a bigger respect for women. And I think that the rule that getting the girl = winning is a little false. The idea that you need to be in a relationship to be happy (a concept that we see in a lot of advertising, which is one of the ways in which we are conditioned to believe this) isn't true. I mean I, along with many others want that kind of happy ending in the stories I write (which is why I like writing romance), but in this piece I tried to go beyond that ideal to find a new one: that of making new friends and of accepting people as they are.

Whoa, sorry for the long rant. This subject is just something that's very dear to me. :) Thank you so much for the comment and for sharing your thoughts!
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ShadowIsStillAlive Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I love this, it seems like it would be a good anime or something!
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014  Student Writer
Hahaha that's true, I never though of it that way!! :D Thanks.
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ShadowIsStillAlive Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome!
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TheChesherCat Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
If you're still curious, it's still absolutely a fun read! I don't think in-depth character portraits are necessary for all types of literature, and this was hilarious. :D
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014  Student Writer
I'm glad to hear that. :D Thanks so much for the comment and the input!
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TheChesherCat Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem. I really enjoyed your story :)
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AsjJohnson Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
that was neat. ^_^
And, it's kind of interesting that that first guy was telling the truth about getting there and doing that, and that they kept his initials up there. And that this guy not only did that, but took the broom.
(I can't help but wonder if Avery is gay or straight.)
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
Avery's totally gay. :D Oh wait, do you mean Charlie, maybe? ;P Anyway, thank you so much!
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AsjJohnson Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I just wasn't sure if she said she was gay just because he was hitting on her or not.
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014  Student Writer
Ooooh. Okay, I understand. :)
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TheGalleryOfEve Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Congratulations on your well-deserved DD!!! :iconflyingheartsplz::iconlainloveplz::iconflyingheartsplz: :clap::clap::clap:
I’m very happy for you!!! :iconloveloveplz: :tighthug:
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much! :tighthug:
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TheGalleryOfEve Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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NirvanaInKarma Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014
Aww... I was expecting a fanfic of H.P. Lovecraft's "The Shadow Out of Time" :P
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
I don't know what that is, although the name sounds familiar... so thank you? ;P
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anticodac Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I find this absolutely fantastic. The pacing is perfect and it held my interested all the way through. I love the way you portrayed Charlie, and especially the story to this. It makes me feel the fleeting summer of youth. Great work 
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much! What a lovely comment. :heart:
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TheWeeLad Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014
Such good stuff, This made my afternoon, it was so vital and so human that I felt my self in the narrative, feeling his panic, his disappointment, his Triumph and his magnificent jerkish ballsiness.

What a cad, what a guy!
I loved it
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you!!! I like comments like these. :D
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TheWeeLad Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014
You are welcome!!! I love stories like these. :D (Big Grin) 
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Karinta Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student General Artist
Bizarre...truly hilarious. :hug:
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
Hahaha. I like that way of putting it. :D
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TheSniper2 Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist
What a very nice depiction of real life.
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
Thanks. I like writing realistic fiction, and I'm glad you found this realistic. :)
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TheSniper2 Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist
Very realistic, if I do say so myself.
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Edges-to-Everything Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014
You got me! I was expecting a track and field event as the story began. The transition to what Charlie is actually preparing for works very well! :nod:

I enjoyed this story, and congratulations on the well-deserved DD! :clap:

- Michael
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you! I'm glad it surprised you. :)
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InfiniteRiver Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Beautifully written :).
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