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which one does it make friendship better?

Submitted to Contest #300

After I worked as an actor at a small local theater, I rushed out of the theater to meet my best friend, Mari.I arrived first and I turned around.“There she is,” I said in my head. She was walking toward me with a plastic bag, wearing baggy jeans and a black leather jacket front open. Her long dark hair was floating in the wind.She is a quiet introverted person, and the most intelligent and insightful person I know.We were at “our place”, a long dusty white table attached to a waist height wall that divide the river and the ground. The river...

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In the north.

Submitted to Contest #300

‘Skål!’ Tom exclaims as he raises his glass.‘What’s that?’‘It means cheers in Swedish.’‘Have you got completely native?’‘Yes. When in Rome and all that.’‘But we aren’t in Rome, are we?’‘No. But we should make an effort to speak the local tongue, shouldn’t we?’‘So far, my experience with this language is beyond comprehension.’‘Well, consider this your first lesson, then. Skål!’ Tom repeats, lifting his glass again.‘Cheers,’ Jerry mutters stubbornly. A client of Jerry has generously offered his summer house in Sweden for them to enjoy at no co...

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You never saw this coming

Submitted to Contest #299

Let me take you back to the time I, Thalia—an 11-year-old nature nerd with the innate capability to touch any plant in my vicinity and miraculously not get poisoned—embarked on what I now fondly refer to as “The Bus to Hell and Heaven.”It all began with a flight. Not just any flight. It was the kind of flight that made us feel like celebrities, minus the paparazzi, plus 30 adrenaline-pumped teens ranging from 6th to 12th graders and at least one poor soul who brought a blow dryer to the mountains. (Spoiler: We never used it.)We were headed t...

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The Pirate and the Leprechaun

Submitted to Contest #299

Bruce McMurty first saw the leprechaun at age six but told no one about him. It had a long red beard and a fedora with a jaunty red feather in the band. He knew the little creature was magical, there were no birds in all of Ireland that wore feathers that bright shade. At nine he’d become very adept with his crossbow and snaring, and with his father ailing he’d become the meal catcher for the family. He had never forgotten about the leprechaun and may have sworn seeing him- just from the corners of his eyes, a small shadow whisked away behi...

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Sorry, Something Came U!

Submitted to Contest #299

Michelle Allen 2859 words 5821 Marlboro Pike, Apt. 103Forestville, MD 20747 itwinpro2@gmail.com240-535-4222 Sorry, Something Came Up…by Michelle Allen Jenna Baxter, a 26-year-old staff accountant by trade, had extraordinary talent. Not for her exceptional math and accounting skills, her work was accurate, and she followed all the rules, but it wasn’t anything she’d get praise for. She wasn’t a talented singer or art...

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When You Forget How to Smile

Submitted to Contest #299

I didn’t even realize I was depressed until I saw his bicycle wheels come to a halt outside my house. The dog was mid-poop and started going ballistic upon seeing his smiling face. It was cloudy and grey as it had been all week. Perhaps I had been feeling as bright as the weather. Him? The sun seemed to shine from his blond hair and smile. “Oh God, why are you here?” I didn’t even attempt to silence the dog as the man on the bike eagerly waved me towards him. “Great to see you too! Come on, let’s go for a ride!” He was just as excited...

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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

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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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