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Menage à Trois

Submitted to Contest #314

Menage à TroisbyAnne Olivant 1084 Words He’s got another woman. I could tell the minute he walked in. The smell was all over him. He gave me a funny look. “What’s up with you then?” he asked, but I didn’t say anything. We’ve been together four years and he’s the centre of my life. I thought I was the centre of his, until now. I wasn’t exactly off the streets, but I came with nothing. That never seemed to bother him. “You’ve got nothing on paper but you've got class,” were his words and ...

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That Time I Became a Gladiator in Spain

Submitted to Contest #314

It was the hottest day of the year and because it was August, all of Spain was closed. “Where does one get food around here?” I mumbled. The streets were like a ghost town. The few people out, probably other American tourists, were huddled in the limited shady spots checking their phones, most likely also looking for any place that might serve food and drinks. I wasn’t alone in my frustrations. The kids were whining and begging to go back to the car. My mother-in-law was quiet and baffled that businesses were closed in peak tourist season. O...

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Where Do They Go?

Submitted to Contest #314

I wonder where they go. Every morning, I open my eyes and think: maybe today, she'll stay. I wake up my mom by fanning hot breath on her face while wagging my tail, giving her my puppy eyes. She gives me my breakfast and we spend a couple minutes in silence — her at the table with a cappuccino and banana bread, and me under her chair, hoping for crumbs. After that, I am on a mission to follow her everywhere. First, the bathroom, where I tolerate the steam of the shower to make sure she’s safe. Then, the closet, becoming her personal stylist ...

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THANK YOU, WALPOLE

Submitted to Contest #314

THANK YOU, WALPOLE I am not a man, although I have a broad chest and manly shoulders. I am not a woman, although I have soft lustrous brown hair. I am not a little boy or girl (although I am only two feet tall).I am a dog. And not any dog. I am an English Springer Spaniel. A Springer Spaniel with special skills! I was born talking ….not barking. Don’t laugh. This is no joke. Especially for me. Life as a dog who can talk is not easy, even if he (or she) still can (or will) sit, speak and fetch. Some of my kind might even sit and beg, for go...

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Three Dog Days in Hades

Submitted to Contest #314

It was dark and gloomy. The river flowed almost silently, silver showing up the ripples on its inky surface. There was no sign of the ferryman. Alpha scratched behind his ear. Was that a flea or just one of the serpents moving around? “It’s getting dull here. No one is escaping, no one is trying to get in. How about we play a game?” Gamma yawned loudly. “We already played ‘Fetch sticks from the Styx’ this morning. I could use a nap.” Gamma sounded like a gangster character from London. The middle head, Beta, growled quietly. “I want to eat s...

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Dog Days My Fuzzy Butt!

Submitted to Contest #314

They continue to repeat that old cliché about the dog days of summer, but I see nothing to indicate that these days belong to me. I am a slightly chubby multi-colored fluff of a dog who most people say is adorable, but I have seen more days belonging to someone other than myself than I have belonging to me this summer. The humans are constantly on the move in their attempt to avoid the heat while I languish at home on the warm carpet trying to catch a breath of cool air from the air conditioner. Yesterday they went to the community pool w...

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The Hottest Day

Submitted to Contest #314

The Hottest Day It was quite possibly the hottest day of the year, but let me tell you how I got here first. ***** Left behind because this is about me, at least that’s the way Patsy tells the story whenever she hears me telling my version. I will admit though that her side is a bit more thrilling at least at this point in the story; but once again, remember the story is about me and not her. I had things to do and could not depart Fort Richardson when she was able to do so. If I hadn’t of stayed back, the planning for a mission coming up i...

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DOG DAYS OF SUMMER

Submitted to Contest #314

“DOG DAYS OF SUMMER” “It’s a hot one.” Purred Louise as she stretched her beautiful Persian body over the back of the sofa. “These are the days I wished I could shave this fur completely off.”“Should have been born a dog,” chuckled Fredo, as he lay on his back in the noonday sun. He had just come from the groomer and been shaved for the summer. “I want to get tanned all over this summer. The girls love Burmese mountain dogs with an all over tan, especially this time of year when we celebrate the Dog Days of Summer.Louise jumped off the couch...

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What of it?

Submitted to Contest #314

As Jaims watched the flaming carcass of a ship plunge into the depths of the forest behind his house, he was reminded that the mundane routine of life could be interrupted at any moment. Sometimes people do it to themselves, other times it is done to them. Jaims kicked his feet against the wall above his bed and dangled his head over the side of it. He held his gaze out the window for only a few moments and decided the latter had just occurred. His mind went back to being absent until a small hum of a song he had never heard began...

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Jefferson’s Diary: Tales of the Pawfect Gentleman.

Submitted to Contest #314

Jefferson’s Diary: Tales of the Pawfect Gentleman. The journal entries of a cheeky, curious, and utterly lovable dog’s view of life with his humans. Day 1: The Link of Destiny My human picked up the walking link. That was it. Destiny called. I leapt from my throne (a plush donut bed, thank you very much) and galloped to her side. Yes! Link me to you, woman, and let us conquer the outdoors. Four minutes later… The air was rich with mystery. I tugged her toward a suspicious patch of grass, clearly marked by the droppings of a rival. I sniffed...

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I Want Corn on the Cob

Submitted to Contest #314

Portland, OR, June 28, 2021My humans have no idea I can understand most of what they say. I just don’t care to listen when it’s not about me. I’m Simon, their 4-year-old dog of unknown breed because my folks won’t spring for a DNA test. My dad, Max, and my mom, Daisy, think they rescued me, but the reverse is true. I’m the glue holding this family together.It’s nearly five in the morning. Daisy pops out of bed like a Jack-in-the-box toy. When we have hot days, she runs around like a madwoman to make sure all the fans are pointing in the corr...

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The Snowman Who Felt the Heat

Submitted to Contest #314

Gus was having the worst day of his life. He was absolutely beside himself. The North Pole had been hit by a brutal, soul-crushing heatwave with the temperature at a balmy -11° Fahrenheit. It was wreaking havoc on his fragile composure. Gus was a decorated member of the North Pole Defense Force, a recipient of the Silver North Star for his heroism during the '99 campaign to quell the yeti uprising. Though he was a North Pole Defensive Unit, Model-1A, whose very existence was predicated on temperatures so far below freezing they had their own...

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🐾The Chronicles of Mr. Wolfenwobbles, the Wolf Who Forgot How to Wolf 🐾

Submitted to Contest #314

Chapter 1: The Hunt (Or Lack Thereof) In Which Gravity Declares War on Dignity The dawn sun filtered through the trees, casting golden streaks over the Moonlight Wobblers’ den. My pack lounged around, sharpening claws and debating whether pinecones counted as a food group. Luna, my second-in-command (and full-time judger of all of my dang life choices), flicked her tail like a metronome of disappointment. “Wolfenwobbles,” she sighed, “the pack needs actual food. Not just being subjected to your… interpretive naps.” I gasped, clutching my ch...

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Lost and Found

Submitted to Contest #314

Lost and Found Tommy opened his eyes to the sound of his mother’s footsteps coming down the hall. He knew that stride. That was her, “I’m-not-really-thrilled-with-you-right-now” walk. If knew what was good for him, he’d jump out of bed right now and show her he was already up and halfway ready for school. Tommy rolled over. The nice thing about being 10, he thought, is that I don’t have to do what’s good for me. So Tommy’s back was to the door when his mother threw it open and used her Minnesota voice to say sternly,...

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Six-year-old's Summer

Submitted to Contest #314

“You’re lucky you get to stay home and enjoy the nice weather,” Daddy said to Jacob as they stood on the back porch admiring the green grass and breathing in the rich summer smells. “I have to go into my office all day. I’m going to miss you.” Jacob leaned against Daddy’s leg to show he would miss him too. Playing in the backyard was more fun together than alone. Daddy tussled Jacob’s hair and said enviously, “Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone. And listen to Mommy. She’s watching from the window.” Daddy final...

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