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Picnic escalation

Submitted to Contest #40

Every school kid has its own stereotypical tag. It is basically an unwritten rule of our school life. I believe a first impression should not be the bedrock for creating an image of a person. I have been a continuous target of this absurdity. I got the label of the quintessential shy nerd. Well, when people can’t distinguish between quiet and shy, this happens. I don’t see myself confined within the label of an  introvert or an extrovert. We cannot divide the world into black and white. Our lives occasionally need a silver lining. Every...

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Another Day, Another Dollar

Submitted to Contest #40

“Maisy, I can’t believe you're still here!” I looked up at Tulia, surprised to find her standing in my doorway. Pausing Broad City, I took out my headphones, picked up my laptop, and placed it on my night stand, amazed at how warm my lap felt from my computer’s exhaustion. “It’s really good,” I said with a guilty smile. I held my arms up in front of me, linked my fingers, and arched my back, head dropping. “I know it’s good. But look outside,” she said.  I looked out my window, took in the grey skies, the cedar swaying slightly in...

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The Brooklyn Beast Makes A Friend In Us

Submitted to Contest #40

This story takes place in Brooklyn, New York circa 1985. It should be read in a very thick, and I mean thick, Brooklyn accent. Do your best.My friend was swallowed by a monster. No, seriously. A nine-foot, six-inch, revoltingly repugnant, seriously savage, warty and weighty blue-ish, purple-ish, incredibly fat creature devoured my friend in one bite. Like a gavone would at Sunday dinner. He’s ok though.Let me tell you about it?We were about to ride our bikes to the park. It was dusk. My Ma told us it was too late to go to the park, that it w...

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" An Unpredictable Occurrence"

Submitted to Contest #40

My grandmother used to tell me stories when I was younger, she uttered me her life experiences, even her remarkable stories that she used to listen from her mom about fantasies and she would often deliver me stories from my books. One night I requested her If somewhat misfortune ever happened to her, she looked fearful and her face became pale as she proceeded “well it occurred with me and my friends when we were on our outing to the mountainous zones of the countryside” she continued and told me that it was a real incident of her life ...

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It's only the roof

Submitted to Contest #40

The black office chair. The metal pipes. The white soccer jersey. The blinding light. These are the things I associate with that day. We got caught. We? My friend Rayna and I. The black office chair because that is where I sat when I cried. The metal pipes because we kept having to step over them while walking the roof. The white soccer jersey because it was my first varsity soccer game. The blinding light because it was the first thing we saw when transitioning from inside to outside.  One climb, two climb, three climb, CAUGHT! Three s...

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A FOE

Submitted to Contest #40

Priyanka came to know that her friend’s husband was admitted into Yashodha hospital for dialysis. Since the hospital was near her home at a walkable distance, she thought of visiting her. She bought some fruits and went to see her. At the hospital at every point she had to enquire and go further. She had to enquire and find out the floor number, room number, visitors’ timings, any do’s and don’ts’... She had to enquire where was the lift and get there. She came out of lift and looked for the room where her friend’s husband was admitted. Ther...

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How To Build A Fire

Submitted to Contest #40

HOW TO BUILD A FIRE   “Most people think burning a brush pile is easy,” Jimmy said. “Just splash around some accelerant and put a match to it.” We’d just finished clearing some ground next to his grandmother’s apple orchard so she could expand her vegetable garden next Spring, a job the sweet old lady described as “just fittin’ for two 16 year old boys with too much time on their hands.” “You know how city people are.” Jimmy pulled a wad of red rag out of his jeans and scrubbed his face. “Always rushing and missin’ life’s mysteries...

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Abbey Ruins

Submitted to Contest #40

Jasper is always on these neverending world tours with Hoffman’s Circus now, but back when I knew him he was just a klutz. Always showing off in front of girls, performing magic tricks that always seemed to involve him briefly holding their hands, doing tricks on his skateboard, playing with hacky sack or poi. Even with only me as his audience on our cycle rides around the outskirts of town looking for stuff for him to photograph, he was always jumping about. It’s surprising any of his photos actually came out in focus, really.On a May bank ...

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A Blunder in the Burrs.

Submitted to Contest #40

The crisp autumn air was cool and the warmth from the morning sun was welcome on my back. I used the last of the summers heat to my advantage, drying the indoor acrylic paint that I was applying in long smooth strokes with my brush. The long strips of trim were balanced on the sawhorses in the driveway. The smell of cut grass and drying autumn leaves mingled with the fumes from the acrylic paint. I was preoccupied and content with my task, paying little attention to the whereabouts of my two year old son, Jonah. A little chatterbox, he was a...

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A Fae-tal Misadventure

Submitted to Contest #40

Jack wanted munchies, that's how it all started out. We set out on our adventure to the store; even though Jack only recently moved to the area, he swore he knew a shortcut. I should have spoken up when it started getting darker and the trees drew in closer. And I definitely should have said something when I noticed the strange ethereal glow in the distance.  We should have turned back then, but Jack is insistent when he thinks he's right. Unfortunately, Jack is rarely right. It's his special talent. Our group of friends has always jok...

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Cross country misadventure to San Diego comic con

Submitted to Contest #40

Melissa’s prov Where should I begin, it all started off fine in the beginning on our journey towards San Diego, just us girls. Though granted it is not just us that is going, it is us and the boys from work also, but my mom does not know about that part. See I told my mom that it is just going to be me and a group of my female friends that driving up there and splitting the hotel bill for a week. Granted I have never lied to my mom like this, but a girl must grow up sometime. See I am 25, still a fucking virgin, and the best part is that the...

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A Little Dinghy

Submitted to Contest #40

        I was staring up at the ceiling. I could still make out the faintest sounds of rain but the sun appeared bright through the window. “You know, I didn’t learn to swim until I was eleven. How is that even possible?” Charlotte was bent over; I thought looking for something she dropped. She came back up with her hands over her head and immediately went down into a lunge followed by a warrior one pose. “Eleven? Wow, that’s pretty late?” Charlotte replied, still holding her perfect warrior one.  “Yeah, I remember ...

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Trail Ride

Submitted to Contest #40

“Yo, Shawn! Over here! What took you so long? I’ve been waiting at least twenty minutes”Shawn and I are going biking in the Community Forest. We’re meeting at the gate behind the baseball diamonds where best trail starts. It branches off at several locations before we get down to the creek. “My Mom! She wouldn’t let me leave until I packed a lunch, water, a jacket, and spare socks. Oh, and my first aid kit! Then she had to watch me oil the chain on my bike, and check the tire pressures. Finally, she let me go! I’m sorry man!”“...

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Had To Do It.

Submitted to Contest #40

  It was 2:30 in the morning. Susan was woken by a phone call from a supposed acquaintance of her sister, Veronica. "Come quickly Veronica fall down stair - She hurt - broken a leg!'How many more times was Susan supposed to bail her younger sister out of trouble. 'Who are you and where is Veronica?''I send you address - you come quick!' and the phone went dead.Susan pulled on her coat and slipped her feet into her boots. How many more times am I going to do this for you Veronica? She thought to herself. I am so tired...

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Movie Matters

Submitted to Contest #40

‘So which movie did you want to see?’ Ben looks up at the board with all the movies and start times.‘Whatever, I don’t care.’ Alice is more concerned about the candy bar and looks eagerly towards the popcorn. ‘It doesn’t matter which one you pick anyway. We can always watch another one after.’‘I won’t be doing that,’ Ben rolls his eyes and shakes his head.‘Aww come on,’ teases Alice. ‘You’re no fun.’ She pulls at his shirt sleeve drops the bottom lip.‘Next please!’ The young man standing behind the counter raises his hand and calls out to th...

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