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Posted in High School on May 12, 2023

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Butter & Cream

Shortlisted for Contest #198 ⭐️

I have fed the cat butter and cream before he dies. Dairy is terrible for a cat’s gastrointestinal tract, but then again, so is abnormal dilation of the colon. I’ll take the blame for the dairy. God can take the blame for the rest.For the hundredth time in a week, the cat valiantly tries to poop in his box and cannot. This puzzles him as he hasn’t been sick one day in his whole 15 years of life. What happens when things that have always worked suddenly don’t?The cat tries to defecate again, carefully scratching through the Fre...

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The Disciple

Shortlisted for Contest #198 ⭐️

She’d suspected the past several hours it would happen at the river. Little pieces of it had been settling on top of her head all day till they formed something long and sharp and heavy so that she thought everyone must be able to see it. First thing Wednesday morning she found herself standing outside the CITGO with a pack of Marlboros in one hand and three-dollars-fifty-six-change clenched in the other, the paper wilting and the coins slipping in her sweat. She was staring at a man in a dark sweatshirt and dirty beard getting on a bike – a...

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DMV in Retrograde

Shortlisted for Contest #198 ⭐️

“You nervous?”“A little. You know… I’ll be okay.”“I’m sure you will. I’ll be at the café. Text me when you’re ready.”Corey, fifteen-and-a-half-years-old, repeated ‘You got this,’ to himself. If only he believed it.He’d driven hundreds of miles practicing over the last few months. But until he passed this test, to the world, he knew squat.First tests… firsts of anything are mysterious to the uninitiated. Rites of passage used to mean something. Crossing that line meant leaving childhood forever. He’d take on the mantel of adulthood and everyt...

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The Alternate

Submitted to Contest #198

The AlternateI didn't make it... No, surely I made it... Didn't I??Other girls in front of me were either squealing in delight or turning away with crest-fallen hopes. Four of my other sophomore squad mates were holding on to each others arms bouncing up and down full of giddiness. Of course they had made it.Then one of the Patties met my eyes and had to look away. What had she seen on the single sheet posted outside the gymnasium that I hadn't been able to see yet for the cluster of swarming candidates surrounding the little typewritten squ...

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Nekomancer

Submitted to Contest #198

TW: Swearing Angela ‘Sneezy the Cat Lady’ Rhymes met the eyes of a billboard advert model through the classroom window. Three teenagers slouched in chairs with their arms folded, facing her whiteboard. One was on her phone. Angela sighed. “None of us want to be here at magic summer school so let’s get done what needs done and go home, deal?” Anna-May ‘the Animator’ Ghibli nodded enthusiastically, as the only one who wasn’t there through misdemeanors. Jesus Hernandez raised his hand. “Miss, how many classes do we have to go to before we can g...

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The Triumphant Exit

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Hamza ambled towards the squeamish student appearing to hide behind the cover of his notebook. As he came close to him, the student almost jumped out of his seat! Somewhat anticipating his reaction, he gently put a hand around his back and comfortingly smiled at him. “Son, don’t be scared when you haven’t done a thing wrong! Swagger back at the bullies and put them in place! The student whose name was Farooq, was quite astonished to see the accommodating behaviour of the teacher. He had been incriminated in a rowdy incident despite being the...

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What We Should Be Saying

Submitted to Contest #198

CW: Language, Politics, Truth.{a high school graduation}{a crowd applauds}“Thank you. When Paul asked me to deliver the commencement address to Lake View High’s Graduating Class of 2023-”{applause}“... yes, well, I truly thought your principal had lost his marbles.”{audience laughs}“I even gave him a second chance this morning to rescend the invitation - for the Love of God, pick somebody else - but he declined the offer, and insisted I speak.”{audience laughs}“So I asked him, who wants to hear from some grumpy old Econ teacher anyway? He mu...

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Further Down The Tracks

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“And that is why rail tracks are four feet and eight and a half inches apart.” Mr Burton bestowed his dazzling smile upon the class, but somehow managed to make it land on Darren. Darren blushed, but returned the smile all the same. Mr Burton was his hero, or something like that. Mr Burton was cool and he not only knew stuff, he knew how to tell it in a way that made it really interesting to a point that the pupils in the class were lapping it up. “So you’re saying that train tracks are the width they are thanks to horse butts?”  ...

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Woot

Submitted to Contest #198

Woot “Miss Jenkins, could you please bring in the next candidate for the 10th Grade English teacher position?”“Please sit down, young man. And what is your name?”“Woot.”“What?”“No, Woot.”“What?”“No, not what. It’s Woot, sir.”“Miss Jenkins, can you help me out here?”“I think he’s trying to tell you his name is Woot, Mr. Carsons.”“What?”“No, not what, Mr. Carsons. I believe his name is Woot.”“Thank you, Miss Jenkins. Your name is Woot?”“Yes. Actually, it’s Woot Jr., sir. I come from a long line of Woots. Since my dad is a Woot, I’m Woody to my...

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Study Break

Submitted to Contest #198

I looked outside the window watching the wind blow the petals that had fallen from a tree nearby. They lifted gently and fell again as if the wind found them too heavy to carry and put them back on the ground, decorating the grass like polka dots. “Nichole”  My boyfriend woke me up from my trance with his deep voice. “Yes” I answered quickly as if I was pretending to be listening the whole time. “You know if you didn’t want to study, I know of something else that we can do to occupy our time.” He grinned, lifting his eyebrows for appr...

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Writing My Own Story

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I felt stiff and bound, and not in the way Dorian Gray would describe as pleasurable. I tried to move, but my existence felt flat and concrete. After a few moments of trying to move, an ephemeral feeling passed through me that I was simply just a book. What an odd thought.Several moments passed before a god-like figure appeared before me.“Hello Annabelle,” it said in that deep, omnipotent voice often mistaken for Morgan Freeman.“What is going…” I tried to speak, but felt as though my words were only penmanship on a piece of paper. “In y...

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The Saga of Dan Smith, The Headless Pilot Pirate, Part III

Submitted to Contest #198

Monday didn’t start as I was used to. Instead of a taxi, Gloria drove me to the airport after dropping Tammy off at school.“How do you like this family man stuff?” She asked.I smiled as I watched the red lights ahead. A storm, typical for this time of year, had passed through the area the night before. Litter on the freeway had traffic slowed to a crawl as people dodged around debris from an overturned truck.Emergency services had several lanes blocked. I wondered if I would make my flight.“I am glad that you are there for Tammy. I overheard...

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Las Mujeres

Submitted to Contest #198

“You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore." — Cesar Chavez2014Dodge struggled to focus on his lesson plan during the Tuesday morning trek to Phoenix. “Sister” Frieda had permanently assigned him shotgun, and an obligatory period of cautious small talk was de rigueur.By the time Frieda’s Mercedes negotiated the I-60 West ramp, however, he usually was forgotten, as Frieda and Joan and Antonia dished liturgy and rightwing do...

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SUCH IS DEATH

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Andrei dreaded the thought of preschool.“Why can’t I be like Grandpapa? Grandpapa never went to school. And he’s always talking about the old days and what a great time it was to be dead.”“They didn’t have preschool when your Grandpapa was a pup. You’re fortunate to be dead at a time when there’s education available.”“No, I’m not."“Andrei, things have changed since Grandpapa’s time. Your father and I want only what’s best for you and we know the Institute of Terror and the Supernatural is it.”“But I won’t know anybody.”“T...

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HEAVENLY LOVE

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HEAVENLY LOVE Miss. Jo was her name. She came to us at the start o’ spring term, 1946 when I was 14 years of age. From the very first time I set eyes on her, I felt something. It’s hard to describe, even now, all these years later, but it was as if she could, somehow, see right inside one’s very soul. She weren’t pretty. No sir. But she weren’t ugly neither. She were sort of plain looking, if’n you get what I mean. But she had hair the colour o’ corn, long and shiny. So shiny ’t’were like looking at the sun. And...

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