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The Following are By Madison Square

Challenge by Spotlover421:
Sprace
80-110 words
beach
sunscreen
lifeguards

Sunscreen and Blue Waves

The Ocean is huge.

Racetrack says, Can't believe you've never gone in before.

He gets his sunscreen, squirts white goop onto his hand. He spreads it across his chest, arms, legs, then hands the bottle to Spot. Uncertainly, Spot takes it.

Racetrack: Hey, could you get my back?

Spot: Yeah, sure.

Slather it onto his back, smooth it over his shoulders, press fingers against his spine. Kiss the base of his neck.

Spot doesn't want any.

You'll get sun-burnt.

I know.

Got to go.

I know.

Racetrack walks towards the lifeguard stand.

Racetrack: You'll go in this time?

Spot says, sure, like he always does.

But the Ocean is huge.

End Sunscreen and Blue Waves
(a/n: I swear it's 110 words! Er, well, it is if you count sun-burnt as ONE word. HA.)

Blue Monday Ghost

i wake up monday morning at exactly five fifty-five a.m., eyes half-closed, face to face with a ghost. i live in the attic of the house so this is normal.

hello, there, i say to her. she is all drifty and floaty and i can barely make out her face but her mouth opens and in the half-light i hear the wind or the girl say beware beware. maybe i have a pop quiz today.

two hours later i am at the school and everyone seems to be going extra slow even though all i want to do is get done with school and get done with work and get done with homework and get done with practice and get done with sleep so that it can be tuesday and i can get done with monday.

when i get to english class everyone is already there and i see jack and before he even opens his mouth i can hear him say good morning and sleep much? and what did you do over the weekend?

oh, nothing, is the commonplace answer. i have half a mind but not really half a mind to tell him that i died over the weekend just to liven things up but then i see that girl. the ghost looks more real now and her hair is blue and her clothes are shiny and she's got wings. i don't know how she got wings because they sure as hell weren't there this morning but it doesn't matter because i see the wings and all is right with the world.

when i blink she is gone but i can see feathers that are drifting in the wind so i know she was there.

jack says hello, you there? and i nod but it's an obligatory sort of nod that people use when they aren't really listening.

then mr. d walks into the room and class starts and the clock stops. the clock hands will move one minute an hour because it is monday and mondays are the longest days in the world.

End Blue Monday Ghost
(a/n: can someone tell that I don't want to go to school? Also that I'm a very strange person indeed, writing about ghosts on Monday morning?)

(A/N): Blue seems to be my theme of late, eh? Haha.

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