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Write about a character who discovers the grass isn't actually greener on the other side.

Posted in Middle School on Nov 1, 2022

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Begonia

Submitted to Contest #157

A long observer of lovers’ quarrels, the oakwood grandfather clock overlooked the table where the man and the woman were opposite not only in their positions at the ends of the wooden table but in their countenance. The man’s eyes, pulled into a cutting look, were set on the woman’s downturned ones; the man’s nostrils flared as hers concave with each sniffle; and the man’s mouth was curled into a grimace while hers fell into a frown. Not looking up from her fingers which she twiddled in her lap, the woman broke the silence, “I ain’...

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I Used My Last Pair Of Good Underwear Two Days Ago

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TW, Past drug abuse, self harm, disasociation “You’re doing it again.”“What?”“Going away.”   Wes is moving again, he always is. Folding a load of laundry he had dragged into Dillion’s house.   “Hey love you don’t really have a choice but can you pretty please let me borrow your washing machine? Our dinosaurs broke and Jared Insists he can fix them. We’ve all been hand washing and fighting for places to hang dry for a week.” Dillion just shook his head in amusement, and stepped aside for Wes.He also needed t...

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Bounce

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This story has words/concepts involving genitalia and sex. Part 1 - ATTRACTION The tube -- of grey articulated plastic -- bounced back and forth, up and down, as Simon moved through the secretarial area. The tube’s hard plastic tip swung in arcs around and around, the articulations on the tube adding a bit of bounce, a bit of chaos, to the circulations. Jutting out of the small vacuum canister, this energetic tube reminded Simon of a swinging elephant trunk at first. The more he used it, however, the more it reminded him of a big dick. Sim...

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Eutopia

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“In the desert, there is no time,” said Cily’s father. “There’s no time for life. No time for enjoyment.” The year is 2096 and the earth is dying. Most of the planet is uninhabitable, completely, except for a small portion of land located at the interior of the former United States. Called Moraldia, this is the land that is overflowing with milk and honey. The last bastion of civilization and the last place for humanity to thrive. The old folks tell stories about Moraldia as they skin their desert cactus and collect their fees in the hot su...

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Limbo

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TW: Mentions of Suicide "MY L'MANBERG, PHIL!" Wilbur shouted. He gestured towards the new crater in the Earth. A crater that he created. A crater filled with the ashes of buildings and dreams for the once bustling nation. "MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED!" Below the mountain where Wilbur and Phil stood, were the citizens of L'manberg. They watched in horror as the man they once trusted with their lives destroyed everything they'd ever come to love. "Oh my god," Phil muttered. This was his first time visiting the place. Wilbur ...

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1-3-5-17-23-8

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1-3-5-17-23-8                    "For it is said that humans are never satisfied, that you give them one thing and they want something more. And this is said in disparagement, whereas it is one of the greatest talents the species has and one that has made it superior to animals that are satisfied with what they have.”-John Steinbeck, The PearlWally was a simple man, not stupid but not too bright, not ugly but not handsome, not sickly but far f...

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I Want You

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“Aren’t you coming up to bed?” Cassie asked her husband Kevin. “I’m going to watch the end of the game,” Kevin replied, slumping on the couch. “Be up later.” “Fine.” Cassie tromped away and up the stairs to their bedroom. Kevin sighed. Sixteen years of marriage, and now he and Cassie were just going through the motions, being fake-happy in front of the kids and indifferent in front of each other. The only action that their bedroom had seen in months was arguing and the occasional vacuum. This, he thought, was a stupid way to live. He ne...

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My Sister's Side

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Steam filled my area of the kitchen, and my red hands should have indicated to me that the water was probably too hot, but I was so happy to have at least one part of my body not be ice cold that I didn't care. Julissa, my younger sister was dancing around pretending her nightgown was a ball gown, obviously not bothered by how cold the apartment was again. Mama would sometimes bang on the pipes, morse code in Brooklyn to raise the heat. I never really noticed an improvement when she did it, so I wasn't going to bother to try. I was just cont...

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Keep the Scam Alive

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Keep the Scam Alive By Jesse D Lopez It was an outrage! A mother of three children killed in grocery store parking lot by a criminal who should have been in jail, except the mayor appointed a district attorney that is soft on crime and helped the man get out of jail for attempted rape after one day, this is where the real story begins.            It’s a small town, less than twenty thousand people, raw untouched nature at the boarders on all sides, it’s usually so quiet and peaceful, o...

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The Voice

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He could hear voices. It was the first thing that he could sense as he slowly started to regain consciousness. One of them sounded familiar, but he could not quite make out what was being said. It felt as if there was water stuck in his ears and all the vibrations were being filtered before hitting his eardrums. The murmurs became louder and gradually, he could feel his other senses returning. He started to register the light entering his pupils through his eyelids, but everything felt too bright and he could not open them just yet. The s...

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Crowded

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‘So, crowded.” Hanna thought pushing pass others close to her, making it hard for her to move. The gargling and pressure of claustrophobia was overwhelming. She only wanted to get a few feet to the reefs. Now, with these diverse types of schools around, it made the warmth turned to a disgusting muck of vile increments floating everywhere. She once loved living here as a child but with age comes knowledge of her environment and she wanted peace. However, with the recent migration of the deepers, now cause a new fear for the citizens as ...

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Burnt Toast

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Henry Feir finished his steak and mopped up the last of the runny eggs with a bit of burnt toast. He liked burnt toast and had to ask for it specifically every morning. Clyde, the well-intentioned cook insisted on feeding his boss only the best he had to offer. Yet, Henry insisted that his toast be blackened and crisp.  “Just like my mother used to make it,” Henry would say with a smile and Clyde would shake his head and walk back into the kitchen.  Henry peered back into the past with relish. Back when we lived by the river in...

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The Man Who Lived Twice

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THE MAN WHO LIVED TWICE I’ll be 84 next month. I look back and I feel I’ve wasted a life. Not one but two lives. My first life was not a complete waste though: I had added a few million dollars to my portfolio; real estate, stocks, and savings; product of my years as a real estate broker. Besides, I never got married. Before my 70th birthday, I was an avid reader; yet, I didn’t realise that I had a talent for writing until my 74th. After a few years of trial and error, of writing, rewriting and editing, I wrote a novel, two novelettes a...

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My Own Tragedy

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This story contains mention of stalking. Viewer discretion advised. I never wanted anyone more in my life before. But there he was: Carlos Pedro Mercado. He was the man I was meant to be with. No one else.  Unfortunately, he remembered things differently. “You were a stalker. I feared that my life s was going to end.”  He stood there with his arms folded , his stern expression not changing one bit.  I took another attempt to defend myself. “I wasn’t trying to stalk you. I wanted you to be my boyfriend.” “Marla, st...

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Perfect strangers

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 Miss perfect Insta blogger always orders her coffee at the same place that I order mine . You know what that means ? it means that we are basically besties ,nah she wouldn't talk to people of lower class . We are like social media friends , eh well she doesn't follow me back . How about neighbours ? Emm except she lives in Queens neighbourhood and I live in what she would consider the slums . So we are companions , not quite since she doesn't know my name but I know hers ,her name has money attached to it , mine has...

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