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Posted in Kids on Dec 9, 2022

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A Letter From Mosby

Shortlisted for Contest #176 ⭐️

To Whom It May Concern,My name is Mosby and I’m a dog—or more specifically—I am a miniature schnauzer and I need your help. I’ve never written a letter before. In fact, I don’t know if any dog has ever written a letter before, but you see, this is very important so I hope you'll understand.Before I go into specifics, I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I was born in 2011, two days before Halloween, on a farm in central Virginia. I don’t remember much about the farm because that was a long time ago and I was really young at the t...

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My New Mom Has a Moustache

Submitted to Contest #176

My new mom has a moustache. He calls me by my old name Charlie and feeds me out of purple-coloured pouches.I don’t want to relive the trip along with my brother in a cage to this new house. I just sleep on the upper edge of the sofa on my old mom’s t-shirt. The new sights, smells, and spaces are a bit overwhelming but I am trying to fit in. My brother who is hiding in one of the lofts right now could never fit in though. He made his escape within a week of arriving here and left my new mom in guilt-ridden grief. For a while.My new mom is a f...

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The Rabbits of Burrow Mound

Submitted to Contest #176

The blade felt lightly balanced as he held it firmly in his mouth. It had a sweet, airy taste to it. Kip saw the haunches of his opponent tense. He leaped to the left just as the flying ball of fur came towards him and flicked his blade out to the side. ‘Got you!’ grinned Kip as he spat out the piece of grass and rolled to a halt. One of his ears flopped over his eyes and then flipped back up, alert. ‘Two-nil, I win this time!’ A rabbit with mischievous eyes and large brown paws looked back at him. He was sitting on his rear-end and...

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Whimsy and the Missing Chair

Submitted to Contest #176

The point is that I enjoyed sitting on the chair. I enjoyed it and I don’t get to enjoy many things in this life--or any of the other eight, for that matter. Nature has made me the greatest predator on the planet only to place me in a tiny body from which I can do no real harm to anyone other than a mouse. The last time we had a mouse, I wasn’t even allowed to chase it. Patricia caught it in a shoebox and then made a comment to Hudson that if he didn’t leave food lying around all over the place, we wouldn’t have an infestation. I wish I ...

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A Squirrel’s Tale (Based on a true story)

Submitted to Contest #176

‘Furry tailed rat.’ He called me that. To my face. The nerve. Doesn’t know me from a rat? Rats aren’t even the same genus. What a dope. What a tailless freak. He should be so lucky. I showed him. Yes, I did. Look! A squirrel! Oh, that’s Squiggy. What a name. My nephew. Next tree over. Missus and I’ve got babies. Up our tree top home. Always hungry. Feed ‘em. Up in the nest. Hidden atop the ancient oak. Acorns everywhere. Never enough. Eat some myself. Tasty! Humans look down on squirrels. We’re not dumb. They’re dumb. Oh, because my atten...

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My Little Girl

Submitted to Contest #176

My Little Girl Chapter 1I’ve had a pretty good life. I really can’t complain. It’s just a little sad to reflect back on everything when you get old. I didn’t even know I was old until someone told me. This would have been a lot easier if I had kept a diary, but I’ll do the best I can from memory. I never even met my father. I have no idea what the deal was between him and my mother. She never talked about it. I had seven brothers and sisters! There were the usual family squabbles, especially at mealtime, and there was some rough play, b...

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Nino

Submitted to Contest #176

I remember the days I used to smite the females with reckless abandon. Despite my having French origins, Becca, my bubbly owner, had a penchant for double-syllabic Italian appellations. She named me Nino, after a poem-composing boyfriend she once had, but who had drowned in the ocean seeking the poetry of a watery death. She kept his memory alive through me. Humans can be sentimental that way.  Before I was four years old, Becca had me inseminate half a dozen French Bulldog bitch-dykes with my potent sperm. The dames...

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Suffer to Sip

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Shortlisted for Contest #176 ⭐️

Of course, it would be painful. My mother has often said that life is not a playground of fairness, and this has served to ground me at every turn. If I have ever wanted anything, especially as much as I want this, it has come at a cost. Discomfort is a fact of life. Watching the girl across from me, hand in bowl and inattentive to the small pink cup next to her, I wait as her pudgy hands plunge in for another hollow round. Will this torture ever end? Just as I think she is about to pull out and slowly devour her last sweet smelling, pea siz...

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With Care

Shortlisted for Contest #176 ⭐️

You treat me with such care. When you’re on the stage, you’re nothing short of magical. A miracle worker with a smart suit and astronomic cape. By your side, a bar table and suitcase, caked with assorted gimmicks and uncanny knickknacks. Within your pockets, decks of cards and technicolour handkerchiefs all knotted together into a centipede of fantastical origin. Atop of you, tucked snugly beneath and within your patented top hat, sits your humble assistant. I’m quite small. I usually have good balance. I don’t have fingers or claws or...

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May My Wing Send You Free

Shortlisted for Contest #176 ⭐️

I know he can always sense me nearby. If that was the last remaining work of Longwei or simply the fact that Ung had always been a little too smart for his own good, I did not know. I can say, though, that when he walks home from school alone and the ripples in the pond nearby shiver, he knows that I am flying fast, and I can say that when the branches shake above his head, he knows that I am flying free. And so what matters most is that Ung knows he is not lost because I am his echo. I am what comes after. I am the wind. I am his birdcall. ...

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Jack's Best Friend

Submitted to Contest #176

They didn't let me be with Jack in the hospital, when he needed me the most, so I was all the more excited when he came home. I turned in circles, my tail spun like a propeller. I could hardly coordinate myself, I was so happy. But I managed to run to him, slipping on the polished wood floor. He was sitting in a chair that looked like a bicycle, and I put my front paws in his lap.  His father tried to shoo me away. "Max, get down, boy", but Jack held me so tight I didn't go. He needed me. I recognized his smell the second the door ope...

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Fenrir

Submitted to Contest #176

…..……”It’s war. Making this proclamation was Fenrir the magnificent, undisputed king of the cat cabal.   Born of noble lineage, rarest of chinchilla Persian cats. With a silky luxuriously thick white fur, finely etched streaks of black on paws and around the neck, he was spectacular.Fenrir resided in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. His owner, Lord Garvagh, was descended from the errant son of a noble English family, banished to cool his aristocratic heels in the colonies. Links to the famous Courtauld's silversmiths k...

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BIRD BRAIN

Submitted to Contest #176

***WARNING: This story is meant for adult children. Profanity where necessary.* * *Hello. My name is Peppy. I’m a parrot. I’m gray, and I’m also an African Grey. I have soooo many words that I can say. Vocabulary. I am a pretty bird and I eat corn. I’m so smart. I’m not just a pretty beak.  I sing pretty songs. 'Cain't nobody teeell me no-thin'. I'm gonna take my horse down to Old Town Road. I'm gonna riiiiiide 'til I cain't no mo'.  See? So, not just a pretty bird. I...

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Revenge of the Hamster

Submitted to Contest #176

“I’m a hamster. There’s no avoiding it. Those stupid coven witches turned me into this cute, fluffy, adorable rodent,” my little black eyes burned with ferocity, my nose twitched with a mighty and rageful inhalation, “REVENGE!!!” I squeaked, the time was nigh.  There was an impossibly high door in front of me, those witches having dumped me only a few feet outside after a day of shoebox imprisonment. I remembered human-me stooping over as I entered the coven’s bayou-steamboat lair the day prior. They told my fortune, sang about their f...

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Dance the Way

Submitted to Contest #176

In the darkness of the nest, I sense a Gatherer dart past me, her abdomen wildly waggling. Hurriedly scraping wax flakes from my own abdomen, I blend with the crowd observing the map. The dancer has stopped her dash, and begins turning half-circles. As I watch my sister turn one way and then the other, I discreetly scrape my whole body, and give each antenna a quick combing. My plan will fail if I am covered in wax bits. The Gatherer makes a final dash, and then heads toward the portal. I did not understand at all. Flutte...

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