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Write about a reluctant party-goer who ends up being the star of the show.

Posted in Middle School on Oct 26, 2022

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Sunrise

Submitted to Contest #93

I can’t help it. It was something I was born with.  Not something I could have controlled. But they say I only have two weeks to live.  It was benign before.  Now it’s malevolent.  Spreading across my cells like a tidal wave of death.  Doomed to spread disease to whatever it touches.  Mama always tells me I have a flair for the dramatics.  I think that’s why I write.  To get all these ideas out of my head so that the world can enjoy them.  Before I’m gone.  That’s another thing mama says.&nbs...

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Marmee

Submitted to Contest #93

“Like a bird, she wakes up,Early in the morn,When the Sun reaches with it rays,To caress her gentle face.She never grumbles,She never complains,Of how her back aches and pains,She finds her way in people’s hearts,Like, water making its way through cracks and crevices.In the rocksShe will help you when you’re sad,And celebrate when you’re happy,She will be there when you need her.You might have guessed who she is,Cause there is only one,Like her in the whole world.She is her and,Her is she,Just kidding, she’s Marmee!!” Jane bowed, and thanked...

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The Secret King

Submitted to Contest #93

Bone dice dinged against my dinner plate. They teetered around the edge of the porcelain, falling silent while the room grew rowdy. Shallow chasms stared up at me. My head cocked to the side, a smile crossing my lips. Two ones, how fitting. The rainbow jester flounced up to the head table, his painted mouth curving up. “Our mute prince has rolled snake eyes.” he wiggled fingers in front of his face in a pathetic serpent tongue. “Perhaps hisss luck is looking up.”The lady at my side giggled behind a delicate glove. Our colorful fool grin...

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mistaken love

Submitted to Contest #93

"I don't want to" I complained trying to pull my arm from Natalie's viper like grip while trying not to drop my books"it'll be fun," she said pulling me down the sidewalk towards her house "we can wear costumes and meet cute boys"I made a gagging noise "yuck""oh don't pretend you don't know a single guy in our class you like" she was totally fangirling now "ooh what about Johnathan, he's a total jock or Liam ooh Liam is sooooooo hot"I shook my head "I don't want to go to Stephanie's stupid party and I don't want a boyfriend"Nat huffed but ke...

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Two Old Ladies at a Party

Submitted to Contest #93

Why, thought Dora, clutching her glass of wine and giving polite smiles from the corner of the room, did people assume that because you were “good on the radio”, or even “a bit of a celebrity” then you were going to love a party. Dora didn’t. She hated them. Oh, she didn’t mind going round to a friend’s house, but this was another matter. It wasn’t even as if she was antisocial. She had spent most of her life working with the public, and could make conversation well enough. But right now, oh, how she longed to be back at her little cottage, ...

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How Sweet the Sound

Submitted to Contest #93

“Oh, Pamela, you have to come! Pretty please,” begged Pamela’s friend Emilie.  “I’ve already told you Emilie, I’m not going, I’m not a party person,” sighed Pamela. Shaking her head, her golden-brown hair shimmering in the light coming in through the window.  “But please, it’s going to be fifteen people. That’s it, you promised that the next party we got invited to, you’d go,” pointed out Emilie. Pamela rolled her eyes, knowing that her friend wouldn’t stop until she succeeded.  “When is this party?” asked Pamela, finally g...

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Just Dance

Submitted to Contest #93

I turned on the tv one morning, hoping to see something good on TV. As soon as I changed the channel, I saw my classmate Sabrina making an announcement.  “Good morning, people of L.A!!!! I am inviting you all from my school to join me at my house for a party! I know it has been a tough year for all of us, and now is your time to sit back and relax! Join me at eight, and text me to tell me you will be there! If I don’t hear from you, I will text you! I want you ALL to come. Nobody is allowed to miss it!” “Excuse me, weirdo, I am trying t...

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All Thumbs

Submitted to Contest #93

Every child is born clumsy, for that is one of the only usuals for an infant. However, clumsiness is neither innate, nor hereditary. Most people shred this trait with growth.     But, a rare percentage of people, owing to developmental disorders, carry this trait right into their adolescence, followed by their prime youth, culminating into its pinnacular form in adulthood. No one chooses to inherit this defective trait, solely for the sake of negative attention.       Clumsiness is of three t...

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One of the Sullen

Submitted to Contest #93

Why do I love drawing so much? It’s a question I’ve never been able to answer. The feel of the pencil etching into the page, the gentle scratching sound of graphite clinging to paper, it's a mesmerising, mindful pursuit.I’m a realism drawer, I do sketches that are like black and white photos. It takes ages but it's pure pleasure. Lost in that world, my concerns and anxieties slip away, and the joy of creating takes over.Sometimes I just sketch, quickly, rather than trying to be too precise, to get the impression of something. Like a photogra...

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ap

Submitted to Contest #93

If there's one thing the annual Specialty Coffee Association of America Event brings out—besides days of stimulating panels and conversations, and a host of innovations revealed on the show floor—it's the party animal in coffee people. Combine that with the pan-continental draw of the World Barista Championship and, well, heck—you've got yourself a party calendar that's spilling over like a poorly-closed AeroPress. But what's a photographer, coffee writer, and party reporter to do at the end of the day when there are...

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The Secret of Dance

Submitted to Contest #93

From the moment I could walk, I'd danced. Shaking around to trance music or nodding my head to rock music, I did it all. My mom had enrolled me in all sorts of dance lessons, ballet, tap, street, salsa, the list goes on. Ballet I never took to; though it's a beautiful piece of art, it just wasn't me. Tap, I quit on the first lesson. All that noise just got on my nerves more than anything else could. Aside from that, I loved it all.Many times, I resented the time that those lessons had taken away from my other pastimes. It was only after that...

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The Music

Submitted to Contest #93

I do not have anything against parties. There is nothing fundamentally wrong with them. I know that people enjoy it and it brings people together. I just, personally, hate going to them, especially the kind with dancing and music. I like listening to music, but not the type of music they play at parties. The loud, pulsing music others like dancing to hurts my ears and brain and makes me increasingly anxious until I can't even think. When I was little I would get violent over it, but now I usually just bury by head in my arms and knees and ...

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DANCING ON THE EDGE

Submitted to Contest #93

I was sitting peacefully in my room doing my homework when my best friend Clyde enters the room. "Don't you have a homecoming party dance to plan?" "I am not going to dance in front of the whole school," I say with a grin and a fake smile. "You're not going to participate, then?" "of course not." He then rolls his eyes at me and lays down on my bed. Just when my mother enters and starts talking to Clyde. The next day as I enter my school, I see banners posters of the upcoming dance party everywhere, which annoys me a little, but I continu...

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One Song Wonder

Submitted to Contest #93

"I'm not going." I muttered. "Come on, Jack, it's the first party of the year, and you're one of the only freshmen invited!" my friend Darius exclaimed. He was a Sophomore that I had befriended almost instantly, even though I was a musician and he was a Football player. "You know I don't want to smoke and drink, and that's exactly what's going to happen there." I argued back. "So just don't do any of that!" he really wanted me to go, didn't he? "For me. Please?" "Fine." I sighed, wondering what the heck I had just gotten myself into. ...

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If you can't beat them...

Submitted to Contest #93

A couple of neighbours try to gate crash a party after being shunned, only to find their revenge plans frozen out.       Bob and May, an American couple in their late 30’s sit together, but at opposite ends on their sofa, both activating the reclining mode that lifted their chubby feet somewhere almost as high as their heads. It was lucky their massive television was mounted on the wall, otherwise odd, fluff-covered socks would have obscured their view. At each end of the sofa was a small coffee table, on wh...

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