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Like, Whatever

Submitted to Contest #303

5/18/25 That bitch picked the wrong girl's man. Obviously everyone was drunk at Vanessa's party. But she shouldn't have been there in the first place! She should've just been at home, being her usual good girl self, reading Emily Dickinson or whatever she does on Saturday nights. But she managed to find her way to Vanessa's house. Managed to find the punch bowl. Managed not to notice the fact it was Evercleared as fuck. And then managed to get into the hot tub with MY man! Ridiculous! Oh, diary, when I saw the two of them mashing face that ...

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Little Miss "Perfect"

Submitted to Contest #303

Opening my front door, I stepped into my house, dragging my feet along the cold wooden floor. As I took off my shoes, my mother came downstairs. “Why did you come home so late?” She asked me. “It’s past your curfew! You should have called.” I spun around and opened the closet where the shoes are stored, taking off my sneakers and placing them on the metal rack. “I’m sorry.” “You should be, Amanda. We have church in the morning, we have to be up early.” “I know, I know.” “Well clearly you don’t.” She put her hand out as I turned to face her. ...

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Four

Submitted to Contest #303

WARNING: LANGUAGE USAGEI was the queen of procrastination, mainly when it came to freshman year biology. I hated it. Normally, I liked learning about science, but high school was the place where I started to learn about my passion; writing. It was my favorite thing to do, especially in the library. I loved books too, mainly romance books. They reminded me of the love life I never would have had, until he came along. We both went to different schools, but sometimes felt like we didn’t. It all started with social media, Snapchat to be specifi...

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Mr. Bentley

Submitted to Contest #302

“I don’t understand, I just don’t get it.” His voice is quivering and shaky while his face is flushing with emotion. “Why are you doing this?” I sit there snickering behind the trumpet raised to my lips. The band class around me still making a most discordant noise. He is losing control quicker than usual today. It’s only 15 minutes in to the hour long class and he is almost at total breakdown already. He’s already started to run his hands through his combed and jelled dark hair so it is already quite disheveled. He’s tapping his baton ...

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9. To Want A Guy Like Me

Submitted to Contest #302

To Want A Guy Like Meby Zan HoughThe calendar flipped to July, and in no time at all, the Ionia Free Fair was here. This was a big deal across Michigan and beyond because people came from all over for the Free Fair, including politicians, national talent such as country music stars, and celebrities of all walks. This was a place to be seen, promoted, discovered, or elected. It was Kevin’s first time, and he didn’t expect such a big deal. Vince Gill was on stage when they arrived, so there were wall-to-wall people.“This is your first. Your fi...

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Dissolving

Submitted to Contest #301

Trigger Warning: This story contains elements of physical violence and bullying. I wake up with the taste of iron in my mouth. Almost as if I bit my tongue in the middle of the night. Everything’s quiet. The kind you hope for on a Saturday morning — this is wrong. Hollow. Too still, like the world forgot to hit play today. My head aches. Not like a normal headache — it’s… deeper. Like something behind my eyes is pulsing. I sit up and realize I’m still in my jeans, my shoes, even my hoodie. Damp. Cold. Like I slept in a puddle or— No. That ...

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Betty’s Forever

Submitted to Contest #301

The following story contains sexual references, brief foul language, and brief violence.Betty’s Forever“Do you think this is what death is? We’re not really gone. We can watch the living go on living. Would it be sad? Would we want to come back? Is it something to fear? Or just another chapter of life?”I remember like it was yesterday peppering my cousin Billy with questions after we finished rehearsing my lines for Emily in Our Town.“Whoa, Betty. That’s a lot to ponder,” he said.That was the first time I began imagining what would happen if...

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The Breakup

Submitted to Contest #301

Our Last Date I'd been mulling over my relationship with Greg for weeks.I thought, It just isn't working. I never should've agreed to go steady with him in the first place. There was nothing wrong with Greg. He was good-looking, blond crew-cut, always smiling with those rosy cheeks and twinkly blue eyes, and he was so darned sweet. But I just didn't care for him. He was an orphan, new to this small town and living with his childless, and much older brother and sister-in law. I think I said yes because I felt sorry for him and didn't want to ...

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The Teacher, the Starfish, and the Fire Eater

Submitted to Contest #300

Mia never understood why her principal told the starfish story every year on the first day of school. She heard it seven consecutive Septembers until she finally had a theory as to why he chose the starfish story for his annual start of the school year stump speech. Standing tall on stage like an opera star about to begin his aria, he’d smile at all the teachers from behind the podium, tap the microphone a few times until it echoed throughout the auditorium, and then he’d start. “A young man zealously runs along the beach with hundreds of...

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Family Dinner

Submitted to Contest #299

“Oh my god, Mom, that’s so not what hook up means”, Caroline covers her face with her hands and groans, lamenting the cruel god that has placed her in this life with this family. “Well, we did! We hooked up at the concert, sat together, and caught up, and you know how she loves to talk about her kids. Did you know Ian is gay now? He-” “I’m literally begging you to stop talking,” Laura says through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, when they hear a set of lethargic footsteps coming down the stairs. “Okay, everyone, be cool and be nice,” Mom wa...

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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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Community Service from a High School Perspective

Submitted to Contest #299

Feeling overwhelmed as a freshman at C.E. Byrd High School, I made a decision that would end up changing the course of my high school experience—I joined YoungLife. At the time, I didn’t really know what I was getting into, but I was desperate for a sense of belonging, for a place where I could be myself without fear or judgment. I found that community in YoungLife, a group that gave me something I didn’t realize I was desperately lacking: time and space to feel my feelings, speak my mind, and, most importantly, show my love and appreciation...

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Attempted Cannibalism Locker Prank

Submitted to Contest #299

(Sensitive topic: Cannibalism mention) “Friends make life a lot more fun” I think that’s nonsense. Especially since my insane, wannabe sit-com character FRIENDS are the reason I ended up in this wretched abomination that they have the nerve to label as “The principal's office”. I mean, these chairs are like a thousand years old and on the verge of ascending to heaven. Or hell. I don’t know WHAT these chairs have been through but there’s no way it was something cutsey enough to keep them in regular condition. Don’t even get me started on th...

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The Ladies of Loretto

Submitted to Contest #299

I'm scared shitless! Hundreds of girls dressed exactly as I am in dark navy serge uniforms, black stockings, stiff white plastic collars and cuffs and black Oxford shoes. Their Oxfords shine; mine are scuffed. So typically me. It's September 1960. Like penguins on parade, we are lined up, waiting for the doors to open on the next four years of our lives in the holy halls of Loretto College School for young ladies. One small problem: I do not feel like a lady and don't think I want to be one. It sounds boring. I don't belong here. I'm j...

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Bully Boy

Submitted to Contest #298

Here he comes again….… the ‘boy who brings no joy’! I was beginning to fear venturing into the school playground, because I would usually be a victim of ‘this’ boy’s frustrations! Both of his parents had disappointed him, and they would soon split-up, after his Mother decided to leave their family home to move into another house, with her new lover, who was another woman, who she befriended in the early years of the 1980’s, which was a very controversial matter, especially in a small Cornish village, and it didn’t abide with his wannabe m...

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