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A TRANSOM OF LOVE

Submitted to Contest #72

A melodious clamor of girls’ talking was emerging out from the middle class room of the tuition center. The conversation was at its full swing among the young audacious students. When Mr. Rauf entered the class amid of these gossips, a silence prevailed there suddenly. The tunes of mischievous chattering were quiet now. When he took a bird eye view of the students, he found two new girls sitting on the front desks. He inquired about the whereabouts of these new students politely. A pretty looking tall girl stood up decently to introduce and ...

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The Peach Tree

Submitted to Contest #71

      The Peach Tree  By Briggidy        Kitty glanced down at the big cookie in her hand. It seemed oddly different. This cookie was missing something and she was unnecessarily angry at it. Walking over to the stained glass window in her office she looked through the cookie shaped cutouts. She could see the snow falling on the mailboxes that lined the street.  It made Velvet Hill look so romantic this time of year. The houses were all decorated with icicles, people were walk...

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Bedtime Story

Submitted to Contest #71

Bedtime Story “Hey Grandkids! Do you want to hear a bedtime story?” Luke asked. “Of course we do!” exclaimed the children! “Okay! It was a long time ago when your grandmother and I worked at rival bakeries. Molly, your grandma, named her bakery, Molly’s Doughy Delights, and mine was titled Bake My Day. At that time, your grandma was sassy and rude.” he said with a side glance at Molly. She forcefully nodded in agreement. “I guess I was. But unlike me, Grandpa was kind and funny.” Molly said with a quiet giggle. “On the first o...

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Breaking the Cookie Record

Submitted to Contest #71

      “Hand me another bag of flour,” I said. My hand was out, waiting to feel the weight of the bag.            Nothing. “Okay, PLEASE hand me another bag of flour,” I said, this time with my palm up and my fingers wagging in anticipation.            “Anna, that was the last bag,” said Layla, my best friend, and eighth-grade science partner.          &n...

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Robbery at Classic Creations & Confections

Submitted to Contest #71

The phone rang, pulling me out of my sleeping slumber. I blinked quickly, trying to get my eyes to focus, and sat up in bed. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it read 3:06 AM. Who was calling me at three in the morning? “Are you up?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked. It was my Aunt Martha, the dispatcher for the police department. “I am now,” I replied, yawning.   “Get dressed, someone broke into the bakery. Kyle is already down there,” Aunt Martha said before hanging up on me. ...

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The best ingredient

Submitted to Contest #71

We used to have a television always set in the same cooking channel, which was located in the reception of the bakery shop. There used to be another one in the right corner of the opened kitchen, where customers could see the process of baking bread, cakes and all pastry. That sunny day, the old baker decided to turn the t.v. on another channel. - Look at the television ! That is the ad that i was talking to you about. - The contest? - and my boss stopped whipping the cream , to take a deep look at the screen. A close up of a huge wedding ca...

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Bedtime stories: A tale of Hansel and Gretel: The curse of the witch print

Submitted to Contest #71

Come close my Loves and sit by the fire. I will tell you, tell you a story about my grandmother and how she came to be the story you tell your children at night to lure their eyes to slumber. Once upon a time a young girl was cursed by the witch of the forest. This witch upon her dying breath, grabbed the woman by her leg and said the curse that passed on her terrible power, and then the witch died, turned to dust and blew into the wind. Her wretched life was now in a new body, a younger body. Possessed, my Grandmother walked bac...

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The Fox, the Toad, and the Wolf

Submitted to Contest #70

There was once a mischievous fox walking about a pond. He smelled an odor, of which he was very fond. Not far away, a decaying rabbit was buried. Lured in, the fox followed the smell in a big hurry. At the foot of a giant oak, the scent was stronger than ever, but before he started digging, the fox paused in a stagger. Clever as he is, he knew who this delicious treat belonged to. And that if he wasn’t careful, he would be through.  Nearby, a big fat toad was bathing in a swamp. Perfect! thought the fox, I just have to use this chump...

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You'll Never Open the Door

Submitted to Contest #70

I didn’t do it. Imagine. Me. Out of all people. They sure think I did it. But I did not. Never in a million years. Never in a lifetime.  My sister has been missing for a year now. It’s her 1st year anniversary of the day someone took her from me. But I wasn’t that someone. I’m still locked up. Still breathing though. I collapse onto the concrete floor of the jail cell. If only she’d have listened to me.  It was a dark night. I told her to go to bed. I floated off to sleep on the living room couch. I woke up hearing muffled scr...

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Black. White. Red: First Blood, the Squeakquel

Submitted to Contest #70

The very thing that I desired. The thing that woke me up in the morning. The thing that gave color to my world. That would be my undoing. I couldn’t believe it. One moment you’re striving towards this mountaintop and then, once you reach it. Once you reach the summit, you look around and just like that… no one. You’re completely alone. And you want to know the real bitch of it all? It’s all YOUR fault. Here you are thinking you’re on top of the world all the while EVERYONE who helped you get there falls by the wayside. Just… Just where ...

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The past

Submitted to Contest #69

As the sun slowly rose over the mountain of Hanthana*, a gentle breeze brought coolness to Chapa. She saw that her mother was teaching lessons to her grandchildren. She remembers how her family undergoes through many hardships. But her thoughts got disturbed with the sweet , pleasant music, in the distance, she was captivated by the sounds of two small children selling oranges along the road." Oranges, Oranges , Please buy some oranges from us. We sell the best oranges". They were saying those words like in a choir. " oh, my god",unbeknowst ...

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My First Video Chat

Submitted to Contest #69

MY FIRST VIDEO CHAT.      My tension and stress were going through the roof, not because of the war, but because of my daughter's birthday. I was busy riding navy warships during the second Gulf War, although most civilians probably remember it as just an extension of the first Gulf War. During military operations we did not get the chance to call home or even get to a port to buy gifts for family for special occasions.  In this case, we had been out at sea for the last forty-five days.  My daughter's bir...

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Childish dream

Submitted to Contest #69

"Don’t always nag at me," my mother shouts at me as I keep roaming behind her."I will be home for just a week, I have been working day and night for the past 6 months, please let me nag," I plead with her. "Okay, just for this week.""That's enough for me!" My face brightens up. I love my family and especially my mother."The main door of the house is a little creaking," I complain to her."Yeah.""Do something.""I won’t."I get to complain about things only now ’cause I’m not far from the call from my boss.My boss, who is a fat, bald man sh...

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Best Times

Submitted to Contest #69

Best Times Just three days remained until they all gathered around the large oak family table. Christine drove the car along the highway, the kids in the back seat played a game called “eye spy” as the baby slept soundly in its protective seat, and her husband sat at the passenger seat with his face buried in his computer screen. “You’ll make a hole in the screen if you dig your face any deeper into it, love.” Harold laughed heartily and leaned back, then closed the screen to his computer. “Just adding the finishing touches to the workload. ...

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A Day in The Woods

Submitted to Contest #69

 Years ago in Chicago, Illinois, a fair and unblemished state of America, lived a family of great wealth who grew to be the symbol of purity and great status of their neighborhood. Each day, dozens of children swarm their great mansion, pleading for bountiful gifts the family would offer to them. The family was governed by a wise but stern man, the patriarch of the house, a manly adult man named Ruther.           Ruther lived with dozens of house staffs and maids who kept the house tidy ...

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