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From Rodent With Love

Submitted to Contest #299

Fun fact- stubbing your toe hurts more than stabbing yourself in the leg. But only if you do both at the same time. I was going to need stitches. I muttered a curse, making a quick sweep to see if anyone had noticed. The Manhattan commuters were too caught up in the bustle of day to day life to fully process the world around them, and if anyone had noticed, they didn't care enough to comment. That worked for me. Normally, I’m remarkably careful with blades, especially switchblades, since they have a habit of popping out at inconvenient time...

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Ideas

Submitted to Contest #299

Ideas Adults are strange.They do weird things like ‘garden’. They also ignore their phone when it rings. They have ideas about how to act, what to eat, where to go and why you can’t have chocolate for breakfast. They like reading, going to bed early and hotels with no swimming pools. They eat salad and fish, and their idea of a good time is going to get coffee.I mean come on. I, on the other hand, have great ideas. My Food Transformer idea is world changing and my Back to Life Potion would be on every shelf. I just need to figure out how to ...

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Too Little Too Late

Submitted to Contest #299

I remember now: This was the Thanksgiving trip when two-year-old Rachel fell in the toilet, wearing the frilly dress (the only dress) I had packed so she could look cute for church. And it was the time my four-year-old, with logic all her own, carefully disassembled and reorganized in long rows her great-grandmother’s almost-completed thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle. And Rachel doodled all over my aunt’s pristine walls with an indelible black marker. And Danny— But all that came later. Rewind a few days . . . “Thanksgiving in Jamaica?” I squaw...

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The Clever Unkindness of Ravens

Submitted to Contest #299

The Clever Unkindness of Ravens OOooh, ooh. Here comes another one. Steady, aim, fire! YES! The unsuspecting target looked up. Hahahaha. Caw, caw. The poor man wiped plumb spatter from his brow. “Damn birds,” he muttered. Another, another! The branch shook as the big raven jumped up and down. He cocked his head and turned a beady black eye on the next target. No way she could've seen it coming. Splat. Screech! “You fucking bird!” The woman yelled. His colors gleamed like an oil slick in the sun. Peering through the burgundy plum tree leaves...

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Not Creative Writing

Submitted to Contest #299

At a long conference table, a coterie of young adults sat, open laptops and pads of paper strewn in front of them. A flyer taped to the open door of the room came loose, fluttering to the floor and cutting through the silence. The last person to speak had fallen silent minutes ago, and the one to their right tapped a few times on the touchpad of his laptop, and cleared his throat. “Um, hello everyone. I’m Kil Potrie, he/him, first year, and um, and my story is uh, about like a uh, detective with a katana who is like, chasing? Or actually no,...

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The Toupee

Submitted to Contest #299

The day my mom left for the fat farm, dad wore his new toupee. I now see that the two events were related, but back then i didn't see it that way. The way I saw it, fat farms and toupees didn't have much in common. They were totally separate things. But I was wrong. The fat farm was located in Canada somewhere. My mom weighed 250 pounds and, according to the doctor, if she didn't lose the weight, her organs might start to fail. She didn't want to go, but she had no choice. She needed those organs.One night, while I was lying in the lower bu...

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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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Hot August Day

Submitted to Contest #299

Not so long ago (in old guy language that ranges from last week to ten years ago) I wandered to the Humane Society rugby field to watch the State Games Rugby Sevens matches. Notice I said watch. I wore sandals, a tee shirt, ordinary shorts. Okay the shorts were quasi-rugbyish being constructed of durable twill fabric. But I was not togged out for a game. I was going to watch.As a bit of background, I started playing rugby in college and just never quit. I had an instant liking for the game because it was as free-wheeling as basketball, my f...

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Subject: M36

Submitted to Contest #299

5/5/2025, 2:20am36.010357, -84.269646Subject: Male, mid 30sObservation room 1:The human subject needs no sedation. He was found on the side of the road after crashing his motorcycle while intoxicated.Visible tattoos include a camel on his toe, a cross on his shoulder, and IGY6 on his wrist.Once awakening, the subject's first question is about our species’ genitalia.The subject realized there were no restraints, and promptly grabbed a bag from his clothing with sand in it.He offered to share.I don’t consume sand, thus declined.Needing a scan ...

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Scrabbled Eggs

Submitted to Contest #299

I grew up in a small southwestern Ohio town where my dad owned a gas station. The cool thing about having a dad who owned a gas station was that back at the house, he never made us clean our bathrooms either. While never having to clean our bathrooms was a nice perk, there were downsides. Drying off our hands was an impossibility since the industrial paper towel dispenser was always empty. More flies and gnats buzzed around than at a Fourth of July town picnic. And we were constantly exposed to walls covered with some rather inappropriate se...

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A Note to Rebecca

Submitted to Contest #299

Rebecca you are here to witnes me giving you the BEST reson to give me back my favorite Maliboo Barbie. Lisen i know you like it and its the perfect match for your Ken doll but Maliboo Barbie is the only one that fits in the Barbie Jeep so i need her. Plus you always make Maliboo Barbie do gros stuff with Ken like kiss. Dont you know boys have cooties? I hope i never kiss a boy. I need her for our adventurs together. I promised her we wood go to the top of Candy Mountin evry single day. I cant not do it. You cant break a promis to a Maliboo ...

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Hunters and Thieves

Submitted to Contest #299

I found out on the morning she was coming. It was summer and I was having breakfast with Dad on the balcony that overlooked the valley. Cheese grease oozed out of the manakeesh we ate and puddled in our plates. Olive, fig, and jujube trees gleamed a rich green. In the centre of the valley, Mounir’s chickens pecked their breakfast on the farm, and we heard their grateful clucks up to our house.Mom walked out with a tea tray. She sat, poured me a cup, then said it: “Malek’s cousin is visiting from France today. She’s here to get a good impress...

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Elaine from Philadelphia

Submitted to Contest #299

Elaine from Philadelphia Francisco’s invitations to the fund-raiser luncheon at the Cuban Club sat on his dresser like a trio of flashing yellow lights. He’d purchased the tickets in an impulsive wave of nostalgia with no idea of whom to invite. Miguel worked on Saturdays, and Jose and Maria were sipping umbrella drinks on a cruise ship. Who else? Since his wife’s death from cancer a year ago, Francisco had lost their friends and maybe his mind. He’d quit his job, sold his house, and moved into a retirement community redolent of air freshene...

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Dear Diary, Reminder: Delete Mum

Submitted to Contest #299

Chapter 1 Tuesday, 14th MarchSchool was… meh. Maths test. I think I failed. But then Riya said she guessed every answer and got 80%, so there’s hope for me. Mum packed methi thepla again. Smelled like the entire Indian aisle exploded in my bag. Wednesday, 15th March Had P.E. today. Was made to run. WHY? I hate running. Always messes my hair afterward. Thursday, 16th March Okay. So. Today… I saw R. In the hallway. He had his hoodie half-zipped and was drinking a smoothie. Somehow he made it look cool. I walked past him and said, “Hi.” He did...

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Victoria - Brighton

Submitted to Contest #299

2016. Victoria – Brighton I don’t suppose you can digress from a story you haven’t started. But I will. My frequent journey from London to Brighton is preposterously affordable. The seniors’ Freedom Pass takes me on the city’s underground system to Victoria Station and from there, on the overland train, as far as Croydon and after that the charge is defrayed by my Senior Rail Card. At Brighton, the bus is on the Freedom Pass again. These concessions would be better made to young people travelling to their work or evening play. Thought I woul...

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