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Submitted to Contest #101
Author’s Note: I wrote this story while living in Düsseldorf, Germany. It’s about people struggling with second languages, contains crude humor, and explores racial stereotypes involved with this week’s theme of failing to understand something until they have the full context. ____________________________________ I admire people who pick up and move to foreign countries without speaking the language. This young man I met at a recent party, for instance. Our host introduced him as Hiroshi from Tokyo, and I was introduced as Noah fro...
Submitted to Contest #100
Chunk was walking along the shore with his head down, looking for lost things that he might be able to sell. But he wasn’t having any luck. Chunk found a cracked tin cup, a busted flip flop, and a waterlogged fashion magazine. The page was open to an advertisement for Miami Beach. It pictured a girl standing on a coastline with sand like sugar, and sapphire blue water. He was staring at the page when Zippy came along. “Hey, Chunk. How’s it going?” “Terrible. I haven’t had a job in weeks and nobody will give me any food.” “Don’t w...
Submitted to Contest #98
The teen gazed into the fire for a moment, then reached down and picked up an orange, gum ball-sized ember in his fingers and popped it into his mouth. The members of the cult looked on stunned as the teen swallowed it. “Holy shit!” said the girl in the fishnet shirt. The teen stood up and said, “Your so-called leader is a bozo. Feeding y’all a bunch of bull honkey about sacrifice. Look at him. Go on!” He waited as everyone turned to Smuts * Albin Smuts hadn’t been a cult leader for long. Before getting caught up in the d...
Submitted to Contest #60
Zippy was stressed out by all the pop quizzes in Ms. Fulcher’s class. His anxiety was causing him to lose weight. Even his hair was thinning. At recess, he and a small group of friends would sit around a trash fire and complain. “I hate Mrs. Vulture!” “I hope she dies!” “And gets eaten by a vulture!” “Yeah!” One day while riding to the slug farm with his mom, Zippy saw the word “Rebel!” spray painted in block letters on an abandoned barn. Zippy wondered who had done it. Art had been banned for years, in North Carolina, anyway...
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