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Submitted to Contest #257
Narrator: Jerry was different, very different. He had a strange house and acted weird. But nobody seemed to notice that something was off about him.Scene 1Setting: Classroom.Characters: Jerry, Suzanne, Veronica, Jeff, Mrs. Roberts.Suzanne: (Whispers) There goes Jerry again.Jeff: Do you think he’s a ghost? I mean - he has pale skin.Veronica: You really think that? His ghostly features … they don’t seem real.Jeff: (Rolls eyes) Yeah, right. Those can’t possibly be fake.(Mrs. Roberts enters room and quiets class down.)Mrs. Roberts: Everybody in ...
Submitted to Contest #231
Friday - Dear Diary, My parents always say, “Integrity is doing the right thing when no one is looking.” Today we went to the mall. In the parking lot, there was a man asking for money; he claimed to be blind. I’d tugged on my mother’s sleeve and asked to spare a dollar for Secret Santa gifts. My family is very rich. I don’t need ten dollars — I dropped it in the man’s tin can instead. My mother saw me do it, she said I was very kind. The blind man said nothing, but he just looked up at me with those big, ladylike sunglasses and smiled a b...
Submitted to Contest #229
“I only had one thing on my wishlist this year, Mama!” a young boy tells his mother. “I want a sister!” “You can’t have a sister,” the young boy’s mother tells him. “Why not, Mama?” asks the young boy. “Because you’re not on the nice list,” the young boy’s father says. The young boy is in tears. They are sitting at the dinner table, the young boy, his father, his mother, and a creepy elf-on-the-shelf on the other end staring at him. The young boy is sure his parents bought it solely for the purpose of frightening him. The thought cre...
Submitted to Contest #226
I stand at the base of a stone plate resembling two intersecting stars. At the diffraction point of one of the stars stands my agent, otherwise my assistant—I don’t like people thinking I need help with my choices—Sir Blakely Barner. I call him Blakely. I would be fine on my own, but my lawyer insisted I find someone to help. I don’t need assistance in court, either. No one understands that a man like me is capable enough. I am about to make a decision that may affect my life. Bargaining with untamed spirits should be illegal, Blakely...
Submitted to Contest #225
My eyes water; my head spins. I’m not supposed to be in the attic, but that is what inspired me to come. “Don’t go back …” a whisper arises. “The stairs will swallow you whole …” I feel it is true. Though the voices in my head usually conduct experiments on me. “Cam?” calls a voice from below the stairs. My mother. “Cam? You know I won't let you up here. Are you …” Her voice fades. I duck behind three large moving boxes and stay crouched. “Don’t go back …” the eerie sounds continue. Different words this time: “Even for your mother …...
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