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“So, what’s the catch?” “Sir, there is no catch, this is a Baskin’ Robbins. Our two-for-five special counts on all single scoops.” “So there must be something that doesn’t qualify. What do I need to order to make sure it’s $5?” The young woman taking my order rolled her eyes behind the register. I was a self-aware over-analyzer, but I wasn’t going to be chummed by a fucking ice cream chain run by a bunch of high schoolers in pink polos. “Sir, just make your order and I can tell you if it qualifies or not,” the employee said. I made a c...
Some girls have cats. My sister has three enormous Drosera plants sprouting beside her couch. They had outgrown their home on the windowsill, so now they took up a large basin on the floor. I am not entirely sure they weren’t putting roots under the foundation of our house.  “They’re suffocating,” she said.  My sister Seraphina was standing in the corner of the room, watering her carnivorous plants. The plants, a carnivore-diet variety called Drosera, were situated along the hardwood floor facing into the living room, ...
Submitted to Contest #267
DO YOU LOVE PICKLES? TRY PICKLED PAPER—THE NEW STANDARD FOR DIGESTIVE HEALTH Tobias completed placing the words onto his digital advertisement design and nodded to himself. He thought this was an extremely clever marketing tactic. He was alone in his parents’ home, sitting by the window looking out on the gray overcast sky and gray pavement wet with rain typical of May, trying to avoid stepping outside if he could due to the not-so-typical pickled smell in the air. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault that the entire Pickle Solutions © factor...
Everyone has told me junior year will be the hardest year of high school. But here I was, a sophomore in fifth period lunch, and I can’t think of anything harder. “Hey, did you hear about Ms. Brown and Mr. Green from the math department? Apparently someone caught them in the teacher's lounge kissing and stuff,” I said to my best friend, Lucy, who was sitting across from me in the booth. I was doing my best to shift the conversation from Jared, who Lucy was constantly talking about ever since they had started “seeing each other” two wee...
Submitted to Contest #231
I was new to this whole book club thing. But I was fairly sure closed curtains and four Victorian-style chairs surrounding a wooden table with only potpourri-scented candles for light read more as “VSCO girl seance” than “Amateur Book Society” like their poster had advertised. It was just me, and three other girls who had obviously been doing this a lot longer than me: Lilith, Opal, and Leanne. They greeted me into the room like three separate heads on the same mom-jeans-ed, cardigan-ed mythical creature. “Welcome in, have ...
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