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#114: So Fetch

October 3rd marks the much-beloved (if informal) holiday known as “Mean Girls Day”, based on a throwaway line from the cult film. While it’s remembered for its iconic jokes, Mean Girls isn’t just a great comedy — it also includes sharp social commentary on the intricacies of adolescent relationships. This week, we celebrate its hilarity and insights alike with five Mean Girls-themed prompts (which are pretty fetch, if we do say so ourselves).

This week's prompts

Start your story with the line, “You wanna do something fun?”

Adventure – 42 stories

Write about a clique that dominates your story’s social scene.

Middle School – 17 stories

Write about someone grappling with an insecurity.

Narrative – 37 stories

Write a story that involves sabotage.

Dark – 19 stories

Set your story at a talent show.

Christmas – 7 stories

Stories

“Merle Estate ” by Mariah Loiselle

Submitted to Contest #114

(CW: Drugs and mild gore)“You wanna do something fun?” Bridget asked broadly to the group. A wide smile broke across Desirae’s lips as her boyfriend, Tommy, nibbled on her neck, “God, do I ever.” She whispered, pushing him away. Natalie didn’t like the tone in Bridget’s voice. Well, she just didn’t like Bridget at all. When she first came to the school and joined the cheer team, this wasn’t what she expected. She had heard from books and TV shows all about bitchy cheerleaders who weren’t as pure as they pretend to be, and this squad was no d...

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“A Time for Temptation ” by Kate Reilly

Submitted to Contest #114

"You wanna do something fun?" Lucile whispers alluringly in my ear. I blink away from the figure framed by light across the room, giving her a guarded look for having abandoned me for the better part of an hour. Not to mention that fun with Lucile rarely involves rules. One always runs the risk of complete and total destruction when agreeing to do something fun with Lucile. And normally I would say no. Point out that we are at a party already having fun...

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“Beach Music” by Dr Stafford

Submitted to Contest #114

Beach MusicYou wanna do something fun? Back in the day that would have worked. We were those kinds of people then. I could have said, “Velma, wanna do something fun?” and she’d have said, “Sure, how ‘bout cutting a rug tonight, Daddy-O?” Ten years ago, it would have worked. Everything worked for Velma and me back then, but not now.After a lot of talking to myself – what Velma, called airing up the tires so I could get on with it - I park the Caddy on the street and head up the sidewalk to maybe patch thing...

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“The Tip” by Jerry Windley-Daoust

Submitted to Contest #114

“You wanna do something fun?” Tanner asks, stretching and yawning in a way that says, Can we be done fighting now? We’re on day two of our cross-country spring break road trip, and I’ve been giving Tanner the silent treatment for going on an hour now—ever since we left the Cat’s Cradle Café back in Welcome, Minnesota. Despite the chill seeping through the windows, the van reeks of B.O. and stale Doritos and pine scent air freshener. I’m driving, and I’ve turned off the radio three times now—driver controls the radio, that’s the rule—leaving...

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“The Appleton Angel” by Amy Wright

Submitted to Contest #114

“You wanna do something fun?” the man in a tight blue polo asked. His small son shouted, “Yeah!” He was about four, with all the enthusiasm that age could muster. “Ok kiddo, let’s go on the super slides!’ Angel watched the man take the boy’s hand and walk off at a stroll. They were so cute, she thought, and sighed. She ran her fingers through her curly hair and stretched her long legs out in front of her. She leaned back on her bench to take in the whole scene. The Appleton Carnival was in town over the long Labor D...

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“Defiance” by Donavan Barrier

Submitted to Contest #114

Their fists rained down on him like maelstrom hail. The feet came next, hardened by rubber soles and just as painful. They whooped and hollered as they beat the boy on the green grass, letting out savage cries of ecstasy and fulfillment. Georgie covered himself as best he could, curling into a ball as tight as his frail body would let him. He covered his ears and shut his eyes, trying to shut out the savages. A toe caught him in the teeth, and he felt a few of them crack. Another one landed square on his nose, almost breaking that too. Throu...

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“Cool Gang” by Valerie Preston

Submitted to Contest #114

It began when I was about five years of age. I think it was five, well close enough. I was at pre-primary school and the teacher was choosing students for the end of year play, the nativity scene where Mary and Joseph were riding into Bethlehem on a donkey and then having baby Jesus in the manger. “Johnny would you like to play the part of Joseph?” the teacher asked. “Oh yes I would” he answered really excited. (Always excited and super enthusiastic!) “Let me see who I can choose to be Mary” said Miss Johnstone scanning the mass of raised ar...

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“The Dreamer” by Trevor Caswell

Submitted to Contest #114

Chewed fingernails sit in a pile next to his keyboard. Daniel slowly gnaws down on the corner edge of his pinky. A napkin spotted with blood is crumpled up on his lap awaiting its next dab. He sits there chomping on what’s left of the pinky nail until he eventually strikes blood. Only then, does he remove the ends of his finger from his mouth and wrap it in the napkin. Daniel sits at the counter most evenings and unsuccessfully treads the stormy waters of anxiety that fill his head. The bottoms of his feet are tingling from swinging errati...

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“Monologue” by Penni Warford

Submitted to Contest #114

TW: self harm“Blood is sticky. A viscous crimson fluid. Regardless of the bleeder it looks the same. It is the ultimate leveler of playing fields. Strip the skin off the bone and voila’ …. red, gelatinous liquid. Blood doesn’t care about skin pigment: Brown, ivory, dark, light, …. Whether the body is young or old. It all looks the same in the phlebotomist’s needle. When I cut myself, I bleed red. I sit in the corner of my dimly lit room and filet bracelet scars around my wrists and scrape diagonal stripes along my forearm. Th...

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“Deathbed” by Rome Giuliano

Submitted to Contest #114

Dear Brian, We now are in our twilight years, myself, bedridden and at death's door from years of abuse. I can’t help but think about our glory days. We both were fierce competitors. Although it may not have seemed it, I had tremendous admiration for you. It went far beyond that, in truth, I had a fear of you. It derived from my own inadequacies. You see, I have always been jealous of your talent. It started shortly after we first met, I’ve heard of you prior but still expected to beat you. At that time, in my mind, I was unbeata...

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“Loving Henry” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #114

Gia was only 15 years old when she looked into the eyes of Cody for the first time. It took less than a minute for her soul to recognize him. Then without saying a word he turned and walked away from her. The sharp sting her heart felt never went away although he did. One day he just didn’t come to school. Someone told her that he had moved away suddenly. She regretted not speaking to him. Gia married Henry Jackson Broussard in the summer after she graduated from college. She had plans to become a teacher but her plans changed ...

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“Top Dog ” by Melanie Hawkes

Submitted to Contest #114

After a long drive we finally arrive. I jump out of the car and stretch my legs. My nose is in the air, twitching like mad. I smell a mixture of tomato sauce, donuts and animal droppings, and it brings back fond memories. It can only mean one thing: it’s show time! Last time we were here I won a medal. I hope I can make Mum proud again. I strain on the leash and we go to the grass so that I can relieve myself. That feels better. We make our way through the car park to the entrance. There are people and dogs mingling under the patio. ...

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“The Higley Copper” by Cart Wright

Submitted to Contest #114

"You wanna do something fun?" Andrew asked his brother Christopher. "Yeah like, what?" Christopher answered back while rifling through a magazine. Christopher and Andrew were brothers 17 and 16 years old. They had no school today due to parent-teacher conferences. Christopher suggested to Andrew that they get their metal detectors and check out some of the old cellar holes that they had plotted out on the old maps they had found online. The brothers agreed on a spot and packed their metal detectors and shovels in the car, and each grabb...

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“He Was 32 to My 16” by Megan Gilbert

Submitted to Contest #114

“You wanna do something fun?” he asked me. Responding, “no,” would be the last time I ever spoke to him. We met at my summer job. I served ice cream at the Dairy Queen, and he stopped by every night until I said yes to a date with him. That should have been the first red flag. His persistence and ignoring my refusals. But I liked it. I thought maybe he knew I was shy and wouldn’t say yes until the 20th time he asked me to dinner. He had said he wanted to take me to the nicest restaurant in our small town, but we went to min...

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“What a Short Strange Trip It's Been ” by Ashley Cullen

Submitted to Contest #114

“You wanna do something fun?” she says and throws her hands up in a question. If absolutely anyone else was asking, I’d fire off an excuse to not have fun. Like, I need to study or I have to go home and organize my book shelves, or my hamster, Albert, is very lonely, he won’t know what to do if I’m not there. I start to offer one of the usual responses, the words pushing against my teeth, when she yanks me up by my wrists and starts dragging me toward her car, a beat-up old thing, faded yellow, cracking and in disrepair. Of course, she someh...

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Ended on 23:59 - Oct 08, 2021 EST

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Title: The Hallowed Ground

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