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Write about someone who falls back into childish behaviors whenever they’re around their family.

Posted in Kids on Oct 26, 2022

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Redecorating Delilah

Submitted to Contest #69

Bree Del just texted us. “I lost my job today,” Marissa read. “LOL, love you.” She shook her head, making her flashy rose gold earrings jump in wide surprise. I shrugged. We both knew Del. Her job wouldn’t have lasted a month. Or, in this case, two weeks and six days. But who’s counting? “She needs to stop making this a habit,” Marissa said, twisting her lips into a salmon-colored line. “Why can’t she stick to something she actually knows how to do?” Delilah, or Del, was the color orange. She was organized and disorganized at the same time, ...

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Childish dream

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"Don’t always nag at me," my mother shouts at me as I keep roaming behind her."I will be home for just a week, I have been working day and night for the past 6 months, please let me nag," I plead with her. "Okay, just for this week.""That's enough for me!" My face brightens up. I love my family and especially my mother."The main door of the house is a little creaking," I complain to her."Yeah.""Do something.""I won’t."I get to complain about things only now ’cause I’m not far from the call from my boss.My boss, who is a fat, bald man sh...

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Uneven Hearts

Submitted to Contest #69

“You don’t hate me,” my older brother smiled slyly. “You admire me.”With that, he slapped down the queen of spades on top of the pile of cards, adding another 13 points to my score. It was the third hand in a row he’d gleefully beaten me.Roy was only half right. I admired him; it was true. But I hated him with a fury that only a marginalized younger brother can muster. “It’s your turn to shuffle,” my father said, handing me the deck, adding points with his sharp pencil to my already disappointing tally on his scoring sheet. He spoke in ...

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Two Faced

Submitted to Contest #69

Title: Two Faced Author: Haripriya Authors Note: Hello everyone! I hope you are having a great Friday! I just want to say that the reason I picked this prompt was because it sounded a bit interesting, and at the same time a little funny to me. I wrote a very simple story, and hope this will give you a good laugh! Diary Entry: #68 Question of the day: How do people view you as a person? Many people might call me two-faced, because in a slight way... I am. Sometimes I am a little "bossy", or "mean" as others may define me. But other tim...

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The Kid's Table

Submitted to Contest #69

Every Thanksgiving there were two tables.  One was long and rectangular with a white table cloth draped over it. Knives, spoons, and forks were wrapped in lace napkins. They were held together with strings of seashells and bells that jingled when touched. The chairs had tall, elaborate backrests and feet shaped like the paws of lions. There was a carpet with a mandala design beneath the table that caught on the chairs when they were pulled out. The other table was in the kitchen. It was small and square-shaped with four chairs place...

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I Needed That

Submitted to Contest #69

He squirmed. Ada looked over her perfectly positioned camera and narrowed her eyes at him."Stop moving, and let me take the picture, Ricky! For the last time!"Ricky laughed at her, falling off his chair and rolling on the floor, his laughter booming across the room."Can we stop now?"Ada flinched as Alistair crept up behind her. He flipped his black hair and straightened his tie, dressed like a funeral mourner."Geoff!""Just tell Ricky to stop being a big bald-headed baby!"Shaking her head, Ada let her eyes wander to Ricky, who was sporting a ...

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New Additions(Part 2 of New Traditions)

Submitted to Contest #69

Authors note- This is part two of ‘New Traditions'Ainslee Flora Dior was born on a lovely spring day. Immediately after she had taken her first breath her golden brown eyes slightly opened. I was in awe as I saw my little sister taking in everything around her. She locked eyes with me and it stayed that way until Kendra cuddled her gently in her arms. “What a beauty,” My father remarked looking at his youngest daughter. “Why, she reminds me of Bella as a little baby.” Kendra smiled weakly at him as she stroked her baby softly. ...

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Daisies

Shortlisted for Contest #69 ⭐️

My daisies stopped growing overnight. They had been consistently blossoming for the past seven days; a full year after I planted them, which in itself was normal, except they were meant to start sprouting petals by now. Instead, I found when I measured both of them this morning and checked with my growing chart, that neither had grown a millimeter taller since yesterday. I huffed in frustration. They had to be ready by tonight. I needed them to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have any achievement to talk about in the barbecue.I had no experie...

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The past

Submitted to Contest #69

As the sun slowly rose over the mountain of Hanthana*, a gentle breeze brought coolness to Chapa. She saw that her mother was teaching lessons to her grandchildren. She remembers how her family undergoes through many hardships. But her thoughts got disturbed with the sweet , pleasant music, in the distance, she was captivated by the sounds of two small children selling oranges along the road." Oranges, Oranges , Please buy some oranges from us. We sell the best oranges". They were saying those words like in a choir. " oh, my god",unbeknowst ...

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Silent prayers

Submitted to Contest #69

I was an opera dancer, living as a Spinster in a beautiful apartment in the middle of the city. My schedule was very tight. I used to wake up early in the morning,for my dancing practices and at two o’clock afternoon, I had been awaited at the club.My dance was very popular throughout the city, people came from far flung areas to see my dance. Sometimes I been scheduled to show my performance in front of the high officials but in those performances their families were also presents during dancing session. Than some school head...

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Problems like Foam Bullets

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A hurricane, an earthquake, and a fire could not have left my life in such tatters as they are now. Currently, it was simultaneously soaking, yet smoldering, in pieces, yet held together with a Disney princess Band-Aid. Needless to say, I needed this break. Desperately.          Shivering from the harsh whip of the blizzard, I knocked my mitten-covered fist against the door. Thankfully, it opened up almost immediately. In front of me stood my mother, decked out in fall colors with her Thanksgiving...

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Food Fight!

Submitted to Contest #69

In the year of COVID-19, what is there to be thankful for? The young college student alone in his temporary “isolation dorm” gloomily pondered that question. It was Thanksgiving, and Mark Hamels was in quarantine after testing positive with a mild case of COVID-19. Quarantine sucks, he thought.  The original plan had been for him to make the four-and-a-half-hour drive from the University of Washington in Seattle to Spokane, where his family lived, and spend a couple of days with them. That plan had been derailed when he...

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Patchwork

Submitted to Contest #69

There I was. Suitcase in hand. The awkward middle child, again.  The door opened. Mom's brown eyes greeted me. I had always imagined her warm eyes melting into my smile.  I stepped inside and plopped down on the couch, waiting for Hannah and Symphony. Sometimes I wondered why our parents named us like that.  "Where's Jarryd?" I asked. "I sent him out for cranberry sauce." "And Dad?" A booming, jolly voice entered the room, "Hey, Marrie! How are you?" He hugged me, ponch to the side. I remember when I was a little k...

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Bananas

Submitted to Contest #69

They all met at the old home before the funeral.'James,' his mother said, hugging him too tightly. 'I am so glad that you are here.''Mother.' He looked closely at her face, one that he had not seen in five years, as if it were another specimen he needed to examine and catalog. 'Where are the others?'She smiled and wiped down her face with one of his carefully arranged handkerchiefs. 'All in the living room. You are the last to show. Talk to them.''I really have no choice now.' He turned to walk away.'And be nice.'He could not make that promi...

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It's a Promise....

Submitted to Contest #69

"But mom, Twinkle started it!" Michael cried out. "Liar! You said that my hair looks like a beaten up bush," Twinkle's emerald eyes shone like diamonds as she spoke. Michael narrowed his eyes, "Then who said that I look like an old man?" "I was joking, Michael!" Twinkle replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Then I was joking as well." Micheal simply said, deciding to irritae Twinkle as much as he could. "Mom! Please tell him to stop!" Twinkle requested. "No, mom. Ask her to say sorry." Michael pushed aside his bangs, clearly having no intention...

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