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Submitted to Contest #64
Dearest Mother and Father, Thanks be to you for sending me to live at the Gray Springs Boarding School for Girls. The sign on the outside reads ‘Buildi...
Submitted to Contest #63
I’m just going to report it, Murray and I may have hatched in the same nest, but he’s no feathered specimen of intellect and I hope he flies into a window. Speaking of feathered intellect, I’m dictating this to my friend Ebony. She’s one smart chicken who can write. Also she will be sticking around this winter whereas I’ll be flying south. So for the reporters that will inevitably come around looking for the bird brain who wrote this, she’ll be here and I’ll be in Mexico feasting on tacos and tostados and hanging out with my other good ...
Submitted to Contest #59
Write about a character arriving in a place unlike anywhere they’ve ever been... After three long days of contemplating this week’s choice of writing prompts I thought. Nope. I’m going to sit this one out. I just can’t think of anything. Location, location, location, gave me aggravation, aggravation, aggravation. My creativity felt stunted. It was as if a giant creature flooded my brain with a creativity-neutralizing gel. In the recent months my life had contorted to some un-routine routine with a partial reopening of my consignment business...
Submitted to Contest #57
My latest endeavor failed so horribly there wasn't any amount of aspirin to help. My blinds were drawn at the Elder Care Home. My roommate, Fern Louise Peabody, was waking me by exhaling across my face and thumping her thumb on my forehead. Her morning routine bugs me but not enough to complain at the nurse’s station. There are far worse elderly residents. I don’t want to replace Fern. I kindly remind her how much I prefer a silent wake-up call. However, Fern doesn't remember much. When she isn’t thumping me, she’s my friend ...
Submitted to Contest #56
“Hello Dr. Remarkable, I feel we’re going to be the best of friends.” She cleared he throat. “Let me make a slight correction. My name is Dr. Reamer.” I shrugged. “I like Dr. Remarkable better. Since we are going to be such good friends, I’m going to call you Dr. Remarkable.” “All right.” Dr. Remarkable says. “My old therapist told me that it’s OK (I believe the technical word she used was normal) for me to feel guilt ridden and remorseful about moving into my sister’s house and sort of making a mess. So yes, I feel bad. Especially beca...
Submitted to Contest #55
My roommate Allie nodded nervously. “Do you need me to fake barf again?” Her eyes darted back and forth. “I’ve been practicing so I can also fake choke.” I shook my head. “No.” I paused. “Yes---Wait maybe. I really wish Miss Tolson would stop sending me to my room for conduct unbecoming a young lady and resident of The Crawford Home for Children and Youth.” I cupped my hand and whispered in Allie’s ear. “All I’m going to say is that was the last time I will try to run-away. Tomorrow I will succeed.” ...
Submitted to Contest #54
I love my much older sister. I really do. And believe me I wasn’t even angry at my sister Ann when I made that tiny error and burned her house down. To the ground. Completely. I really wasn’t. But sometimes these things just seem to happen. Be honest. Haven’t bad things accidentally happened to you? And weren’t you sometimes partially responsible? How about totally? Nevertheless, like that therapist said, I did what I did, and it was what it was, and that was why I got community service and……but I’m getting way ahead of mysel...
Submitted to Contest #52
"Oh dear me, handcuffs?” I ask. “Are they necessary?" “Yes. Ma’am. Regulation.” The burly man in the gray suit says. He’s so handsome, reminds me of my grandson William, so smart, could read before kindergarten. It’s such a shame; William’s job keeps him so too busy to visit. “May I sit? Sometimes my legs just don’t want to work real good.” I say. One gray suit nods and pulls out a chair. “We’d like to ask you a few questions.” He says. I nod. They look like such nice young men. I can’t tell which man smells of Aqua Velva. Their mothers mus...
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