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NOT a Philanthropist: Part Five

β€œOkay, I’ve called every police station in the area,” Noelle said, furiously tapping her phone. β€œAnd no one has seen him.” She was sitting in a desk chair while she called. I had my face buried in the couch cushions and was attempting to suffocate myself. I groaned. β€œWhat if he got run over or something? Where could he have gone?” Noelle squeezed my shoulder. β€œIt’s okay, Mr. Beβ€”Ace, I mean. Let’s get in the car and drive down the road. We’ll see what we can do.” I pulled myself up and tried to unsuccessfully smooth my hair. I’m sure it s...

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An Etiological Story

Why can we see the moon during the day? - An Etiological Story Long, long ago, when Life on Earth had just begun, Sun and Moon took turns in the sky. During the Day, Sun would rise into the Sky. And during the Night, Moon would show his face. This went on for many years, but finally, Moon grew tired of being neglected. No one ever saw poor Moon, for when he woke, everyone else slumbered. So one Day, far below the Earth, Moon called to Sun and demanded; β€œI must have my glory! People will sing my praises! Give me Day, and I will rule it well...

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NOT a Philanthropist: Part Four

***READ PARTS ONE, TWO, AND THREE FIRST***-------PART 4:β€œSay it again,” I demanded for the third time.I was standing behind the kitchen counter with Noelle. We faced my father, who was slouching in the stool and eying his surroundings hungrily. He grabbed a magazine and I snatched it out of his hands. β€œTell us,” Noelle snapped. I shot her a grateful look but she avoided my gaze. I refocused on my father, who was now staring at Noelle with a half-smile on his face.That was honestly the last straw. I slammed my hand onto the counter and d...

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The Journey of a Snowflake

Submitted to Contest #81

Gwen was a snowflake.  She drifted towards the ground and rested lightly on a pile of fellow snowflakes. She slowly melded with the others until they were indistinguishable from one another, a single unit of snow. People were like snowflakes. In the younger days, people feel special and unique. But as they grow older, they realize they are precisely the same as everyone else. At least, Gwen felt that way. She was the kind of person who always went unnoticed. She a background dancer, she was the extra character in a movie, always play...

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NOT a Philanthropist: Part Three

READ PART ONE AND TWO FIRST PART 3: β€œSo, um…” I straightened my tie and tried to figure out the smartest way to ask a dumb question. β€œHow does this community service thing work?” Noelle clasped her clipboard to her chest. Lately, it had been like an extra body part. Even since I had confessed my wish to be, you know, a good person, Noelle took it seriously. Maybe too seriously.  She had sent an email back to my Aunt’s lawyer, telling the lawyer that we accepted the offer. He responded with more details, the fine print of the will. I...

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NOT a Philanthropist: Part Two

READ PART ONE FIRST I gaped at my housekeeper. β€œCommunity service?” I shook my head. β€œNo way, it’s not worth it.” It was Noelle’s turn to goggle at me. β€œAre you serious, Mr. Beckett? You refuse to even pretend to be a nice person? Even when there are three billion dollars on the line. THREE BILLION, MR. BECKETT!” Her eyes knifed into mine, and the disappointment in her expression made me uncomfortable. I tried to shake it off but Noelle looked at me curiously.  β€œWas that… an emotion? Like, an actual emotion?” She smirked. β€œMaybe you...

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NOT a Philanthropist: Part One

Submitted to Contest #72

I am no philanthropist. Sure, I have millions of dollars to spare, but I’d rather spend it on my antique car collection. Does that make me sound self-centered? Greedy? Why, yes. Yes, it does.  Do I care? Why, no. No, I don’t.  According to my father, you shouldn’t trust anyone. The second you do, they’ll stab you in the back and leave you for dead, taking everything you love. So, yeah, my dad was a pretty positive influence.  But I don’t need your pity. You can take that crap somewhere else. Give it to the orphans or someth...

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The Lake

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The lake glimmered in the moonlight and reflected the night sky, making everything look surreal. Her childhood home stood hauntingly behind her. Claire had always been pulled towards this place as a child, and she felt the same tug now. She drifted towards the lake and couldn’t help feeling excited as she drew closer. Was she finally going to solve the mystery of her sister’s death? When she was younger, her sister would always come down to the l...

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Reminiscing

Submitted to Contest #61

Charlie studied the invitation on his computer screen. High school reunion, July 25th, 7:00 to 10:00 pm. At their beloved high school, Trailwood High. Class of 2014.  Charlie shook his head and chuckled softly, knowing that he would never go to his five-year high school reunion. There was no point. He barely had any friends in high school. He was always the nerd with his nose stuck in a book. And she would probably be there… another reason not to bother. No, he would just skip it. Nothing good ever came from those things anyways. Peop...

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