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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Green (10/22/09)
I spent most summer days at the house next door. Alice, a schoolmate, lived there. She was different from any other friend I had had; she liked to put food coloring in most everything she ate. The first time I witnessed this, I stood in wonderment as the red dye swirled around the crevices of the raw cookie dough. Alice noticed my intrigue and muttered, ‘It makes everything taste better.’

I remember her pulling grits from the microwave, tossing the hot bowl onto a placemat, and sauntering to the spice rack. That day, she chose green.

We sat in her bedroom and contemplated whether we preferred sparkly or glossy nail polish. I heard two angry voices down the hallway, one getting louder as the seconds passed. Fear began to creep into the room and I quickly turned to Alice. Seemingly oblivious, she studied the remnant of grits for a moment, glanced in my direction, and whispered, ‘You better leave.’

As I pushed her bedroom door open, the louder of the two voices seemed to bounce off the walls. Scrambling to my feet, I started towards the stairs. I paused and peered at two shadows in the room at the end of the hall; one was much larger. The shadow became disfigured as an arm was raised; after a flurry of chaos, the smaller shadow shirked to the floor. An eerie hush filled the house. As I turned the knob on the front door, I heard the quieter of the two voices steadily and somberly weeping. The sound was soon muffled by the blare of Alice’s stereo.

I sprinted towards my house, my haven. Warmth overcame me as I stepped into the foyer; my mom was baking pumpkin-flavored cookies in celebration of autumn. I wiped the tears from my jaw and walked into the kitchen. My mom handed me a cookie and I savored every bite.
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Lisa Keck
10/30/09
What a frightening memory that could be triggered by a little bottle of food coloring. Well, if I had been Alice's friend I think food coloring might bring me back to that day. Good job.
Marie Fink
11/01/09
Good description without stating the obvious notion of two people fighting, "louder voices," "shadow became disfigured,"flurry of chaos," "somberly weeping..."
Good work.
Mark Bell
11/04/09
wonderful job of using imagery rather than raw description to convey what was going on!
Marita Vandertogt
11/05/09
This is really good - you have a gift... keep writing!
Sara Hyland
11/05/09
thank you all for your kind words...this was my first entry for the writing challenge- I appreciate the encouragement!