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Submitted to Contest #12
“I’m Limmy!” “Timmy!” “Tammy!” “Sammy!” “WHAMMY!” Each one of the Harrison quintuples posed on stage with their first initial spelled out in their arms as Timmy and Tammy both glared at each other for having the same first initial. “And this is our show!” They shouted in sync. The audience was small that night. Despite having the whole school auditorium, no one except their father and a woman showed up. It was obvious to all that no one trying cared about the quintuples’ play but the quintuples. Especially Tammy who had written the entire th...
“One of you…” I glared at my suspects. “Committed murder.”My lightning and thunder sound effect flashed and crackled outside the window. All my guests cranked their heads in suspense at it.Together, the three of us were all huddled around a wooden table in a castle I inherited from my recently deceased uncle. Mold bloomed from each and every crack, making it a HHS nightmare. That’s right, I know acronyms.“This is ridiculous!” Professor NutsWorth declared, slamming his hands down on the table. “I have an alibi!”“Okay, first off. This is hand ...
Filing divorce papers because your ex-wife suddenly ran off with the pool boy has to be number four on my list of things I hate most in the world. Number two and three are my wedding and my wife. Number one is when a scoop of ice cream falls off your cone as you try to lick it. Where was I? Oh yeah, the paperwork. Benny, my lawyer, was on his seventh cup of coffee, just trying to pound these files through. He had to squeeze me in since it was so sudden. Not the divorce, we all knew that was gonna happen for a while, why with the numerous aff...
Submitted to Contest #11
“And this year my little Monique will place first in her class.” Mother rubbed my shoulders as she continued to brag about me to her friends. “Yup! She got it all from me! The brains… the beauty…” She pinched my cheek. “She’s just like I was at her age.” “Well, my Rebecca is a just a peach! That’s what all her teachers say!” Mary Kate boasted. “All the teachers, or just the one she slept with?” I teased. While Mother gave me a silent kick to the shin, I kept my eyes peeled for a chance to flee. The dress she had forced me to wear at this coc...
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