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Breaking the rules

Submitted to Contest #116

Breaking the rules Sitting in room 202 Amelia. She is the sweetest girl ever known and NEVER EVER broke a rule. But one day after all room 202 left for summer break she saw something that had a red tablecloth on it. She walked over to it and touched it and it barked . She jumped back from fear and walked back to it. She lifted the tablecloth and it was a PUPPY!!! She jumped up in excitement.Then she noticed that it had been here without food or water. she took him out. I am going to name you butterscotch. Amelia put butterscotch in her bac...

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Elements of the Soul

Submitted to Contest #116

“I don’t want to ever so much as see crystals around here again Lissette! You do know this is what got your mother killed, don’t you?” Aunt Ivy’s pine green eyes shift back and forth, examining Lissette’s tawny diamond shaped face. “But it’s also what made her feel alive.” Lissette responds. “I don’t understand how you so easily turned your back on our traditions all those years ago. What? Simply because you’re scared?” “Fear isn’t always a bad thing Lissette. You’re young, so you think you know everything, but you don’t. Please just stop wi...

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A medical prescription

Submitted to Contest #116

Every morning for five years, Driss helped his father's workers to take care of the farm animals before carrying a plastic bag as a satchel to school four miles from the farm. Each day at 5 p.m. he returned home to help out on the farm again. He was forbidden to open his notebooks to revise at night because he had to get up early to help on the farm before leaving for school.His family's idea of the boy's future is to grow up, then quit school, work on the farm and get married with his sole qualification of knowing how to write his name and ...

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Off the Track--of Common Sense

Submitted to Contest #116

     A misplaced boyhood adventure could have meant not only the final Summer of elementary school for myself and my best friend. It could, theoretically,  have resulted in the last summer on this earth for both of us.       Sure, we had bent the rules many times in the past--like the time we stole Old Man Pinto’s grapes and escaped serious injuries after scaling his fence just ahead of the guard dogs in his backyard vineyard. Seldom, however, had we actually put our lives on the li...

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Breaking Rules Can Reap Rewards

Submitted to Contest #116

Breaking Rules Can Reap Rewards By Julie Ryan McGue I will admit to being an ardent rule-follower. Both the fear of discovery and public shaming factor into my strict adherence to regulations. Yet inwardly, I often admire and applaud the courage of rule-breakers. Occasionally, my fellow rule-followers and I step out of our comfort zones, and if we are rewarded for our bravery, the thrill is something we never forget. After my husband and I sold our downtown Chicago condo, we crammed our SUV and headed south to deposit the furnishings at our...

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A Story of Panton

Submitted to Contest #115

​The epitome of average is Tuesday. It's not Monday, the beginning of the week, not Wednesday in the middle of the weekly drama, just Tuesday. It was summer break and the kitchen counter wasn't even close to being spotless as usual, random items scattered across the surface. But something caught my eye, something that wasn't there before. There was a postcard sitting peacefully on a small patch of clear counter. It was addressed to our house but there was no return address, no message, and no date.    The picture portraye...

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Fallen Angel

Submitted to Contest #115

"Hello?" John answered his cell phone. "John, listen to me, this is David,"... "David, what's going on little brother?" John asked. "John, I don't have time to explain. Listen to me, something is about to happen. You have to get Katie and June out of there, now". John tried to speak, but David talked over him with a stern, seriousness. "You need to get in the car and head, north, to Willow Springs, Colorado. It's a two hour drive from your house. There is not much to the town, but there is a military installation on the west side of town. ...

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The Place from Above

Submitted to Contest #115

The boy was a child of the wildness that surrounded him. He was born of the mountains that ringed his lofty alpine valley, formed by the rapids that rushed from their snow capped peaks, rocked to sleep by the winds that howled through the narrow chutes, and awakened by the thunderclaps that echoed off the craggy stone. He was the vigorous, confident wildness that drove the elk from the woods each morning, their antlers glinting in the sun. He was the fresh, gentle wildness of the elderflower and columbine in spring bloom, rendering the valle...

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HOW OUR PATHS ALIGNED By Nkama Chukwuemeka

Submitted to Contest #115

Amaka, Ben and I have known each other for six years now. The three of us are best of friends. We’ve all been to camp meetings halfway around the world; in the national theatre; in the national stadium and in church services all together sitting side by side fifteen percent of the times in no particular order, but the usual order has always been me on either side of Ben who always occupies the middle position between Amaka and me. I mustn’t sit next to Amaka if it were possible. We all loved each other but the love between the pair of Amaka ...

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Vacation in Mexico

Submitted to Contest #115

Jim stared at his phone. What had Ada been about to say when the connection failed? He dialed her number again and it went straight to voicemail. Jim hung up, then swore and called her again. This time he left a message. “Ada, are you ok? Just kinda worried about you, kiddo. Please call me.” He paused, then added, “It’s your Dad.” Jim put the phone down and tried to read an old issue of Time. He flipped on the tv just for company. His dinner, a cup of instant ramen and two microwaved hot dogs, lay uneaten on the weathered coffee table. A...

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Lucy Searches for the Sapphire Tablet of Enlightenment

Submitted to Contest #115

“Lucy, I’m out [extended static] didn’t find the shack.” Gwen’s voice shook over the phone. “Did you find anything?” “Don’t come out [static].” “The call is breaking up. What are you’re trying to say?” Lucy longed for clearer details. Chills permeated through her. “Fly [static] home, don’t come here. Stay away, don’t waste [extended static] contact you in a few days.” “Goddamn it, tell me what’s going on.” The call went silent. Lucy screamed. “Mother fucking reception.” Her heart pounded. Lucy slammed the phone down. The plastic recta...

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Who Just Phones People

Submitted to Contest #115

I was unfastening my bra when my phone decided to crawl across my dresser, making alarming noises that I don’t recall it ever having made before. Someone was calling me. In 2021. It must be an emergency. Who died? I peered at the screen. Jeremy. Well, Jeremy, you’ve just lost yourself a bunch of points. I turned my music down and answered the call, managing to turn the tail end of my annoyed sigh into a breezier “Hiiii.” “Hello Lou. So you think it looks bad out there? Looks okay from my window.” I looked out of my one, which was...

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The Confession

Submitted to Contest #115

The Confession The land line rang. John glanced at the clock telling him it was 5:00. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and then picked up the phone. It must be Chris calling, he’s the only one to call on the landline. It had started to rain. “Hello?” John spoke into the phone. As soon as Chris started to speak John knew something was very wrong. “Hey John. John, I have to talk to you. Something really really bad has happened and I need help,” he said in a much too loud voice. He was insistent and wanted 100% of John’s attention.“Sure man...

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There is a Place

Submitted to Contest #115

Tossing, turning, sweating through the night. Waking up every morning listening to the news. Every day, every moment, every hour, and every second you will hear on the news a kid has die from a gunshot. Today was not the day. I cry out asking God why? Our children are born to die before they can live.Whatever happened to love, peace, understanding and helping a neighbor. So much hate I cannot stand it. There must be a way to save our children. I will plan a trip and invite fifty children to come. The name of the bus is Wings of Shield. We wi...

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About A Girl

Submitted to Contest #115

«Look, I understand... yes... yes... but I don't have any money right now... Yes, I understand... Look, let's discuss it in person, it's not convenient over the phone...»         Henry didn't have time to finish the sentence, the phone slipped out of his wet hands and fell right down the drain.«Wonderful... beautiful rain. How I love this rain!»***"Mom, I'm home," Henry said."Hey, how was your day?""It was a good day, but I drowned my phone.""What did you say? What are you going to do now? How are...

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