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Climbing the Ranks of the Third Grade

Submitted to Contest #299

The lunchroom is always so loud. I go to a pretty small school, so it’s surprising how much noise a little bit of students are able to make. Everyone’s either playing games, jumping around, or yelling across the room about the funny thing the kid sitting next to them just did. Despite how much they all talk, I can't seem to find out what makes some of them cool and popular. It must be something unspoken, or maybe an exclusive club they’re a part of. I barely talk though. I just eat my lunch and laugh when everyone else is laughing, even when...

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The Senior Center

Submitted to Contest #299

Libby sighed as she parked at her grandmother’s house.“I’m a horrible human being,” she muttered to herself. “I can’t believe it’s been six weeks since I visited Gran…”She snapped out of her guilty reverie as someone rapped on the car window and called her name. It was Annie, her grandmother’s friend of many years.“Annie! I was miles away, sorry.”Annie eyed her in concern. She was a petite lady with snow white hair and piercing blue eyes.“I’m here to see your grandmother. I’ve been trying to visit most days.”“I feel terrible. I’ve been meani...

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Odd socks

Submitted to Contest #299

Odd socks “Sleeping is a waste of time!” I woke up to one of the Scheveningen Grannies shouting at the camera. Though her skin was Botox-tight, the area around her lips showed a delta of smokers’ wrinkles. I was glad to see some proof the lady I called Fashionista was human, and nicotine had once had me in its power as well. A long time ago.“Sleeping is a waste of time,” I repeated to my partner Jim, who was snoring away in the recliner next to me. I had already turned up the volume of the TV a notch or two. He didn’t look bothered.Tux, our ...

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Matty and Mabel

Submitted to Contest #299

“No,” she tells me, shaking her head, but with an apologetic smile. I am determined to change her mind. “But, I’m this many,” I say as I struggle to hold up three, and only three, of my pudgy fingers to remind Mommy how old I am. I don’t like that I have to wait for her to give me most of the things I want. Why is everything so far up? I can only reach some blocks, a box of crayons, a handful of cars, and my truck. But she is a giant. She can reach the good things. She can reach everything! My Daddy sometimes tells me that I am actually “...

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Abstracts in an Attic

Submitted to Contest #299

I'm eavesdropping in a bar again. This woman has an uptight sister, Barb, and old Barb's coming to visit. Barb won't stay at Peggy's. She insists on staying at The Old Creek Lodge, even though Peggy's place is "cute," it's "iconic". I suspect Peggy's place is a shithole but it's free. It probably looks like my apartment. Valerie sent the text message.“Keep it open or close it?” The bartender placed a napkin down and set a pint of amber ale on top of it.“Close it, please.” Valerie handed the bartender a debit card and simultaneously drank one...

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Etymology/Excursions

Submitted to Contest #299

Travesty of apologies poor specimen of pitiful example's of mockery. "Excuse me". " Is there one?". Vengeful feelings. 'Could not forgive their rudeness'. Etymology is cause;explanation. An fine art of element in grammar. Flower etymologies for your Spring Garden. A Calenda is the first day of the month. Thus flower blooms monthly, pot of marigolds. Mary (mother of Jesus) gold in recognition of Mary. Your fern is your wing man. Hydrangea- (water) vessel containers cup-like capsules that hold its seeds. Petunia ornamental is tobacco plant. Da...

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A Good Friend

Submitted to Contest #299

The only thing worse than being at school during the day is being at school at night. I check my watch: 11:14 PM. I turn to Ines, who’s crouching before the main entrance doors, picking the lock.“You almost done?” I ask, but her back stays turned and she remains silent.I expect nothing less. She’s been ignoring me since we started high school a couple of weeks ago. Something about ditching the group at lunch the first week, but I really don’t see what the big deal is since we sit for lunch all the time.“Ines!” I say a bit louder.Finally, she...

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We’re Going To Treat This Town Like a Couple of Dogs in a Fire Hydrant Factory

Submitted to Contest #299

Chris Carey looks down at the chlorinated water from the edge of the high dive, remembering Dennis Davenport’s pointed words: “Don’t be a wuss. This is for the kids.” The campers point at Chris, who is wearing a polka dot jumper, a frizzy red wig, white gloves, and oversized Crocs. Looking at the shimmering water fifteen feet below, Chris breaks out in a sweat. A drum roll sounds. “Helluva time to realize you’re afraid of heights and deep water,” Chris says to himself. Dennis Davenport, the camp director and head lifeguard, raises a bullh...

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Bluebell

Submitted to Contest #299

A clown must be jovial and witty, or their jokes won't land. The art of harming oneself comically or creating an intricate dilemma to perform a roundabout way out of: The bigger and louder the bit is, the better it sells. Clowns are ready to entertain a crowd at the drop of their ringmaster’s hat, and so was budding performer Chester Graves, who's been working and travelling the road from New York down the East Coast of America since he dropped out of high school to be a street performer searching for a troop. He sported white and yellow exc...

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Whodathunkit

Submitted to Contest #299

It’s not easy making friends when you move from state to state, school to school so many times it makes your head spin. That was my life until we moved to Philly halfway through second grade. By this time I’d grown into a rebellious, stubborn little brat. Things changed a bit when my folks decided to enroll my brother and me in St. Matthias Catholic school for the upcoming school year. We weren’t necessarily a religious family, and I certainly came off as the devil’s incarnate when it came to forcing my young self into changes in which I had...

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I Can't Go to Jail

Submitted to Contest #299

Why I Can’t Go to Jail Every year, my two fishing buddies and I go to a lake on the border of North Carolina and Georgia. I live in Georgia and my two friends live in North Carolina. I purchased a North Carolina fishing license for the annual event. John, Larry and I go out on a boat and troll around for strippers. It is usually winter and cold as heck. We all dress accordingly. Occasionally it rains. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the fun and camaraderie, I wouldn’t choose to go, but then again, I’m a fishing tragic. I’d sell my soul (pun...

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How I Became Acolyte to Primordial Chaos

Shortlisted for Contest #299 ⭐️

CW: TransphobiaHow familiar are you with chaos theory?An old adage goes that if a butterfly somewhere in Brazil flaps its wings, it can potentially form a tornado in Texas, because everything is connected. Ask a meteorologist how often they consult butterfly wings when writing weather reports, and they might look at you a bit funny. But the metaphor still works.So what if you could control the butterflies? Not just one, but all of them? Every single factor in the complex, nearly unknowable ecosystem that led to the destruction, or lack there...

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The Boy On The Bench

Submitted to Contest #299

The Boy On The Bench Dear Diary, He sat across from me. I caught a glimpse of his straight brown hair as it fell into his eyes, but only in the spaces between the blurs of people rushing by, people who made me feel invisible in a crowd of thousands. Still, he held my attention as he flipped the page of his book. He looked so enveloped in the words while people flipped skateboards and cackled, passing him, paying no heed. I clutched a book of my own, absentmindedly rubbing the leather cover as I tried to pry my eyes from the boy on the bench....

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Our Ladies of Passion

Submitted to Contest #299

The Vacation Express is very busy the Monday Mary Margaret starts working the front desk. Mary Margaret is nervous, not only because it's her first day on the job, but also her first day on any job. She's just graduated high school in May, and with little to do between graduation and her next grand adventure, what ever that might be, she embarks on the hunt. The oh so daunting, nothing more monotonous, job hunt.“Must have a masters degree or higher.” - The local library“Must have six years prior experience.” - The local daycare.“Must love do...

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Birds of a Feather

Submitted to Contest #299

Two long time neighbors met over the backyard fence. “So how's things down at the mill?”“Oh, you know how we millers are. We keep grinding them down and spitting them out. What about at the winery? Any good news there?”“Heard some good ones through the grapevine just yesterday.”“I can't wait to hear but I'll let you tell all of us at once when we get together over at the park. We plan on meeting between the telephone poles. We'll have a bird's eye view of the lay of the land and won't get our wires crossed.”“Sure, everyone can listen closely...

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