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Write about two people who know they’ve made a mistake, and one of them wants to tell the truth but the other wants to lie about it.

Posted in Kids on Oct 26, 2022

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My Mistake 🔪

Submitted to Contest #70

I watch his face as he talks to Brandon. Ryan never looks at me like that. And he's my best friend. He laughs at something, making Brandon smile. We both look at him the same way.I frown when I see their joined hands sitting on the table. The matching engagement rings on their fingers glisten in the bright sunlight. Brandon proposed to him yesterday, ruining any chance I might've had with him.Suddenly, Ryan turns, and looks right at me. He smiles, and waves me over. Brandon frowns."Hey, Blake." He says, smiling when I reach the table th...

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Murder at Kasserine Pass

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Murder at Kasserine Pass The Bou Chebka road, deep inside the Kasserine Pass, narrowed to little more than a camel track along a dry riverbed and steep cliffs. Rooted in the pale sand, a grove of palm trees jutted out from the ground as if thrown down and forgotten long ago. The remnants of the US 26th Regimental Combat team used the shade of the palm trees to dig their foxholes. Covered in sand and blisters, men hacked until the exposed roots of the palm trees aggravated their progress. Collapsing exhausted, they lay where they fell, swol...

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Woe To That Land

Shortlisted for Contest #70 ⭐️

There came after the shot a silence so pervasive it rang like a mistake. The deaf forest recovered, first with birdsong and snowmelt, and then the wind returned and the world recalled how to breathe again.The first boy, the youngest, the one holding the gun, lifted a gloved hand to point at the prostrate figure in the snow some ten yards ahead. He choked on a word, half spun like a dog, looking about his feet as if he’d dropped something before some presence of reason took hold in his mind, and he levered the Winchester a few times but no ca...

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Room #133

Shortlisted for Contest #70 ⭐️

In the White House there are an estimated 132 rooms. Of course, estimated is a bit of a misnomer. Certainly there is some precise number for which it is true to say: “That’s how many rooms are in the White House”. Officially, that number is one hundred and thirty two. Some of the rooms we know, like the Oval Office, or the Situation Room. Stately rooms. Nameworthy rooms. Another thirty five are bathrooms apparently, if you believe the official figures. Seems like a lot, doesn’t it? The Taj Mahal’s only got eleven. But I’m sure the government...

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True Crime

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Trink and I stood over the boy’s motionless body. My hands were stained crimson, Trink’s still pristine. He always had a knack for cleanliness.  “Dude, I- wh- what have we done?” The words had barely escaped my mouth when Trink grabbed me and wrapped me into an engulfing hug.  “It’s ok, it’s ok,” Trink reassured me. “We just- you- we got a little carried away. This wasn’t supposed to happen…” His words trailed off.  I started to speak before Trink squeezed me harder, sending me back into silence. “But it’s ok. I can- I can ...

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Truth can conquer anything

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“We can’t keep running for our entire lives,” I told him, my face was still bleeding from the pistol that had almost fractured my brain.  “We have no other choice, would you rather spend your life in a freezing, cruel, cramped prison where they will treat you like a savage beast or run for freedom. No matter the cost?” He had gotten me there.  “Please tell me how we even got into all this mess?” Just a few days ago I wasn’t running for my safety, I had been a good citizen, someone people looked up to. Now. Well...I feel like a... c...

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Quick Thinking

Submitted to Contest #70

Warning: Contains Explicit Language  Shit. Shit shit shit shit fuck shit fuck. Holy fucking shit. I killed him. I fucking killed him. What the hell am I supposed to do? How are we going to get out of this god-forsaken mess?? Roan gripped the steering wheel with all his might, knuckles turning white. Blood was splattered all over the front of his car. The mangled corpse could still be seen lying in the middle of the road, though it hardly looked human anymore. Sitting in the passenger seat next to him, was a dear friend, Shyan, who was s...

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Calculated

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Happiness. Safety. Love. Security. Peace. Respect. Acceptance. Enough food. Clean water. A warm home. These are the things every human being wants. Except that one person. All he/she/they want is to make my life miserable. They don’t deserve those things. Or perhaps you’re thinking they’re not human. Their house is always freezing. They never eat. They’re silent and moody, they don’t want friends.  That’s what you’re thinking right now. And here’s the moment when you deny it. You say that makes you sound like an awful person, that may...

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In The Dark

Submitted to Contest #70

Tessa Mayfair fell for her next door neighbor Zayn Bennet. From the moment she first saw him moving stuff into his new home with his parents, she was hopelessly lost. He was tall and strong, with brown hair and dark blue eyes. She learnt other things about him, as he now attended the same high school, Eastmoore Lake.They had two classes together: Art and English. He enjoyed basketball and quickly became a most valued player on the school team. He was friendly and outgoing. He owned a cute little dog called Ralph and had a much younger brothe...

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To tell or not to tell..?

Submitted to Contest #70

Ciaran's mouth bubbled with blood, and the knife came down once more, making a clean cut. I almost hurled, clutching onto Aliza in the equipment cupboard. Her breaths were getting louder and I tightened my arms, trying to suffocate her, shut her up. The killer gleamed under a plastic cover, mask and dark clothes free of any blood. He stood up, and my heart stopped beating. He had Ciaran's phone in his hand, one bloody glove smudging the screen with red. Aliza pressed into me, and I felt craziness take over, feeling the urge to sw...

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Clover Catastrophe

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“Why don’t you children have a bit of manners . . . respect is something you earn by giving . . . next time you repeat this . . . I am a teacher . . . taking you to the principal’s office . . . mannerless youth—”Alexandra’s best friends sat around her, unaffectedly processing each and every single word that exploded from the Algebra teacher’s mouth like lava from a volcano.She signaled to Emma who was sitting right beside her, staring at the teacher with utmost concentration.The drama had commenced.“Emma!”“Yeah. Wassup!?” she mouthed the wor...

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Don't Tell

Submitted to Contest #70

“Sit and Start at the beginning.” The Inspector pointed at a pad of paper and a pencil setting on the table. Mathew picked up the pencil and began to write. It was a hot midsummer day. I meet up with Trevor and Bob over on Bray Berry Trail. At the end of the trail past the thicket of bushes and trees you’ll find a cliff. There is a nice small lake hidden away about 25 feet down. It is a steep decline but I bet we made the trip a dozen times or more. Once we reached the bottom, we decided to take a swim in the refreshing cool water of the lak...

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The Last Hit

Submitted to Contest #70

We stood at the edge of the dirt mound with dirtied hands and shattered hearts; we stared at our crime for what felt an eternity before the slouched man with fierce eyes finally spoke; that man was Frank.“No one can know what happened here,” he mumbled. “Are you insane!? This isn’t like the usual job, this person was innocent. I still think we should report it!” I replied.“And tell them WHAT!?” Frank yelled. “That we ran a person over and buried them right on the spot!?I couldn’t think of anything to say back to him. Another moment of s...

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The Goon and the Fisher man.

Submitted to Contest #70

,Today prompt is very interesting ”Err is human. Everybody tries hard to save himself from an Err but it doesn’t mean that smart or educated being would not commit an Err.Many problems are self created. There was a fisherman. He was very poor and humble natured.Daily he caught two or three fish,this was his living. One day he was going to market to sell fish.He caught only one fish that day.On the way a goon was watching him,He suddenly snatched that fish from him and went away.The fisherman became highly perturbed and went back home.That ni...

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I didn't do it

Submitted to Contest #70

"We have to tell them!" "Tell them what? I didn't do anything. You however, did do something," "I did not. You forced me to do it," "Don't bring me into this little cousin," "But you were the one who pushed me into the car," "Yeah, well you're the one who smashed into the side and made a massive dent in it," He pauses for breath, "Now just follow my lead, don't say anything and nothing will happen. It'll all blow over, the person whose car it was will forget all about it,” he takes a breath, "You'll see," He winks at me and walks back to the...

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