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Write a story about a "chosen family" dinner, where no one is related by blood, but they still feel like family.

Posted in Holiday on Mar 30, 2021

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The Dead Dads Club

Shortlisted for Contest #17 ⭐️

       There are so many clubs to join in high school. There’s the Math Club, for the significantly nerdier kids that will probably develop anxiety issues later in life. The Bible Club, for the Christians and boys who want to hook up with virgins. The Theatre Club, for the teenagers who steal cigarettes from their parents and claim to be “misunderstood.” There’s a club for every cliché, for every kid with a need to fit in. Some of them are sponsored by the school, and some of them are made-up by the members...

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A Dinner with Conversations

Submitted to Contest #17

This Thanksgiving I invited everyone I wanted for my dream dinner party to my house. I was cooking. Included in the invitations were Jane Austen, Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare, Friedrich Nietzsche and Isaac Newton. Each brought a unique view point to the discussion at the table whilst we ate. With a mouthful of baked turkey, Austen and Wilde entered into a heated debate on the merits of marriage in society. “For the continuation of a peoples, we must have marriage,” said Wilde, “though it is more a continuation without disgrace than it is a conti...

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Chat Discourse

Submitted to Contest #17

41236Fafnir [13:30]: Happy thanksgiving everyone. Enjoy your uncomfortable family reunions and screaming arguments. Bjid [13:33]: My younger sister and my grandfather are already arguing about Trump.KRS [13:36]: That’s four years in a row now. You’d think they’d realize it’s a pointless conversation.41236Fafnir [13:36]:  Didn’t they start throwing food at each other last year?Bjid [13:45]: Yup. We aren’t even at the dinner table yet and it’s already a nightmare. How about you guys?41236Fafnir [13:48]: My wife and I are driving to her pa...

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Closer than Close

Submitted to Contest #17

Growing up I was unfortunately the only child. I used to hate nothaving any siblings to talk to, hang out with, share crazy stories with or justto have a shoulder to cry on. When they would have siblings’ events at school,I would immediately feel sad... Most times I just wouldn't even attend school.My parents used to try and persuade to just go to the events anyway, have fun,meet new friends, (but at that time, I didn’t want to make new friends.)However, I did try numerous of times but once I gotten older I slowly didn'tfeel the need to atte...

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From the Outside, Looking In

Submitted to Contest #17

"Beep. The number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later."Please try again later.Please try again later.Please try again later.Aria tasted the beginnings of burnt rage on the tip of her tongue. Beginnings and endings and the charred remains of an addictive flavor that was trailing the back of her throat, insistent on-"Aria?"Aria blinked. The taste receded. Her soul was no longer burnt, but in a pool of cool, refreshing water. Aria inhaled deeply and realized she was holding her phone much too tight.She relaxed, and turned a...

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Favorite Thing in the Whole World

Submitted to Contest #17

“Is anyone allergic to pumpkin?” Miri called from the kitchen. “Pumpkin?” Axel asked, looking up from his Town and Country. “Is that even an allergy?” “Anything can be an allergy. Like how I’m allergic to you,” Timber quipped to Axel. Miri laughed as the grown men knocked each other to the floor, tussling as Canaan shouted over their grunts. Hollers of “100 points! 100 points to the redhead!” floated from the living room to the kitchen. “You’re the redhead!” Timber yelled to Canaan out of the struggle. “You don’t get points, ya noob!” &nbs...

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FREE BUT OPTIONAL

Submitted to Contest #17

“The Lilacs” had gone through stages, since it first opened in the 1950s, of being called a Guest House (the first owner, Mrs Branson, had been quite determined it would never be anything so common as a Boarding House) and a Private Hotel, a Guest House again, and then simply a Hotel. Now, technically, it wasn’t classed as anything. The sign, already slightly faded by the harsh wind that blew in from the North Sea, but still pretty, with a picture of a lilac tree on it, just said The Lilacs and officially it was Guest Accommod...

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The Lucky Charms

Submitted to Contest #17

”Pass the salt, please.” “Which one, May’s organic Himalayan salt or the salt that actually tastes like salt?” Eric laughs, holding up both salt shakers. Maybelle elbows him jokingly. “You know that everyone here likes my Himalayan salt, and you are the only one who has a problem with it, Eric.” “Actually, I’ll have the normal salt.” Valentina says. “Wow, I see how it is!” Maybelle exclaims. “You know what? My Himalayan salt and I are perfectly happy without you guys!” She adds, before bursting into giggles. The rest o...

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Cantenbrook's Gift

Submitted to Contest #17

        Hattie stared at her sewing blankly. It stood out at odds and ends, and heavens it wasn’t the best, and Hattie knew it. She held the red string in her hand, swinging the needle tied to it back and forth.              “Hattie, dear, your stitching is, well…” Miss Maple trailed of as Hattie glared at her as she continued to swing the needle back and forth, back and forth.          &n...

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DINNER WITH BTS

Submitted to Contest #17

DINNER WITH BTS    It was on a Monday evening, the sky shone brightly as the sun went down. The breeze was so cool and the neighbourhood was silent. My family of three, my father, mother, and I sat at dinner, it was a pleasant meal consisting of chicken biryani, apple juice, tandoori chicken, lamb kebab, spiced veggie burgers, dal, roti and palak paneer. It was my final meal with my parents before moving to London to study law. My father spoke to me afterwards, he advised me to always believe in myself and commanded me no...

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The thankstaking dinner.

Submitted to Contest #17

“Lep, you made it! Snowhite, here, said you were miffed with us; you showed her the finger. I said, a leprechaun miffed, even if it was you, Slanky, a leprechaun just doesn’t get its nose out of joint for long, they get even. Have you gotten even, Slanky?“Take no notice of Snowhite, Santa, she has so much dosh with the workaholic dwarfs bringing in diamonds and gold every day, she fabricates problems instead. She and the dwarfs did such a good demolition of the wicked queen, any real opponents are too scared to say boo to her.”“Good to hear,...

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Table for Six

Shortlisted for Contest #17 ⭐️

In this household, Popiah is a Thanksgiving tradition. It’s our version of a turkey, you could say, but it means much more to Dan and Lina and Bee-Bee who haven’t seen their motherland for at least a decade. I’ve never prepared this dish myself. But today, Dan and Lina are off to run a last-minute errand, so here I am stuck with the prep work. My clumsy grip softens as I rub the delicate hide between my fat fingers. “Now. Lay here,” Bee-Bee instructs, leaning over my shoulder and indicating the floral porcelain before me. The paper is thin a...

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George’s Wish

Submitted to Contest #17

Every night we children get on our knees beside our bunk beds and pray for the same thing: a family. My name is George. I am currently living at another Foster Home, it’s almost Thanksgiving, and this will be my first Thanksgiving at this Home. I’m turning fourteen, going into Eighth Grade, and this is my sixteenth home in Virginia. However, there are thirteen other children in this home and they’re probably all praying for the same thing I am.     Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I’ve been to Th...

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The Perfect Christmas

Submitted to Contest #17

Julia woke up on Christmas day feeling better than she had in a long time. She opened her eyes. Her room, normally sad and grey during the winter months, was cheerfully bright. She needed the bathroom, and wondered if she’d get there in time, or if it would be a matter of getting one of the carers to clean her up afterwards. She still found that embarrassing, even though the carers were used to it, even though it was the norm in here. Push yourself up, a voice inside her said. She rolled onto her side to see if she could push herself to ...

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The Hope You Gave

Submitted to Contest #17

The clock dings with a soft bird chirp when the hour hand points to twelve. I didn’t know time passed this quickly as I sit with my band members chatting and eating sushi. After successfully finishing the performance in the California Stadium, we were all drenched in sweat. So we crashed Von's house to disappear from the public and have our private time together on the last day of December. I'm proud to say that I'm a musician. Our band, The Cadre, hit massive views on YouTube and was able to join the World Billboard Chart. Even though we ca...

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