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The Grendale Family Journal

Submitted to Contest #36

Dear Journal,Hello! This is your first entry; how exciting! Silly me, an introduction is what I should’ve started with: hello, my name is Elli Grendale. I am 26 years old, and I have a beautiful daughter who is 4 years old. She is so smart; refuses to give up a book until she finishes it by herself, adores animals and learning about… well, practically everything! She simply soaks in information! She even chose this journal, probably drawn to the beautifully illustrated cover. I couldn’t ask for a better child to raise. Her name is Annik...

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A Young Diary

Submitted to Contest #36

February 11th 2075 Dear Diary (I wanted to write dear Diarrhea but mom said no, Jimmy),  This is my first diary and I’d like to say that I hate it, and would like to throw up beef chunks on it. It’s not even why you would think I hate it though. I hate my new diary because it’s very ugly. I didn’t want a diary that said, Follow Your Dreams on it! I wanted the sequined one that had a fat old unicorn on it but like always, my mom said no, Jimmy.  That’s my name. Jimmy.  What did you think it would be? Sarsaparilla? NO. It’s...

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Found Diary

Submitted to Contest #36

Warning:            If you find this and you care about me – destroy this immediately. Do not read. Thank you in advance.I may be better or I may be worse. I am not who you think I am. If you knew me as I really am, you would not love me.Monday                              Dear Diary. Is this how you do it? It seems so awkward. I never...

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When Winter Slept Late

Submitted to Contest #35

On the day the snow started turning to rivers, Nicki barged into the house at sunset with her hands clamped together, and I knew there was going to be more trouble. I’d been just about to finish my multiplication homework; I was seated at the kitchen table with three problems left. Mother had just gone out the back door to check our basil plants or Nicki would have been seen.  “Dina,” she gasped, stumbling toward me. Her hair was a wild, white-blonde cloud around her head, and her shins were soaked with melted snow. “You need to come up...

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Treats, Walks, and Pets: 3 Days of Absolute Perfection

Submitted to Contest #34

Day 1: This morning was exhilarating! I woke up just before sunrise and rushed to the Treat Giver’s room. Heavy snoring sounds growled in my ears. Cautiously, I crawled onto the Bed. I was amazed. The Treat Giver was still asleep!I nudged him with my nose. He kept snoring. I barked softly. That did a little more. He Rolled Over. Hey, that was my trick! He did my trick! I bounced excitedly. That gave me an idea. I took a big breath and pounced right on him! He shot up, pushing me off.“Stella, no!” He shouted.I whined. I don’t like the word n...

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A Rainy-Day Visitor

Submitted to Contest #34

“I’m bored,” said Nicki, which was always a bad sign. I looked up from the book I’d buried my head in hours ago. My feet were tucked beneath me in Father’s easy chair, which I’d claimed while he worked in his office. Mother hadn’t made us get dressed, so I was still in my polka-dot pajamas and a pair of fuzzy socks, though it was three in the afternoon; Nicki wore a clashing ensemble of striped pajama pants, a flowery t-shirt, and an oversized flannel. Her white-blonde hair was pulled back into four or five messy pigtails, and she was s...

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Hole in the Sky

Submitted to Contest #34

I am very smart. My mother said so, so it must be real. Yesterday I said to her that I was born in the year 2209, because 2213 minus four is 2209. My mother applauded me, and said I was practically a genius. My father said I don’t even need to go to school, because I know everything there is to know. I live in Louisville, and I am very lucky because it is the end of a long string of cities, meaning I live near the sky. A few months ago, I discovered that if I sneak out of Louisville and walk through some scary electric lines and stuff f...

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Game Day Rules

Submitted to Contest #34

Dan kicked his son Mark’s bed. Mark barely moved.“Come on Sluggo. Rise and shine. You know it’s four o’clock? I thought you were out.”Mark turned toward the wall and pulled his blanket over his head. “I can’t go out.”“Are you sick? Get up. The day’s wasting. Did you forget it’s game day?”Mark mumbled through the covers, “Oh boy! Video games!”“Actually, we’re going low tech tonight. Board games. Try it. You’ll like it. And clean up your room. I’ll be in my office.”A while later, Mark shuffled into the kitchen where his mother, Miriam bustled ...

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A Grandmother's Tale Via Gmail

Submitted to Contest #34

To: grannynanny@gmail.comFrom: lbeanf@gmail.comSubject: new gmail accounthey nan its beanstill figuring gmail outi wanted to know if you wanted to talk ya know since we gotta stay inside and all that.,,././.,?<</./,/,/,/??oops sorrybyeTo: lbeanf@gmail.comFrom: grannynanny@gmail.comSubject: Hi. What’s up Beanie-boo? I can’t believe your father actually caved in and gave you a gmail account even though I’ve been telling him for the last five years that you absolutely need one. I would love to chat. Apart from the Young Ladies’ ...

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To Escape

Submitted to Contest #34

Emily stared tragically out the window. She was beginning to feel a consuming pull of depression drag her down to its abject depths. From which, she was certain she would never return. Somehow, her chest hurt even more at that thought, and a pointlessness seemed to emerge to claim her. This quarantine, this social-distancing, it was more painful than she ever expected. She didn’t necessarily consider herself an extrovert but the need to be around people and feel the love of others was a strong motive to leave her home.Her home, whe...

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Pipa's Pot Pie

Submitted to Contest #32

Pipa placed the chicken pot pie in the oven looking forward her Saturday night date with Tobias, this is the first time she's cooked for him and she is simply giddy. It really doesn't take much for Pipa to be happy though, and her happiness is infectious. She can light up a room with a flash of her smile. It radiates from within and has the ability to touch everyone in the room. This is also the first Pipa has made a pot pie, she chose it because of it's said ability to envelop the heart, and make even the coldest ones melt. Not that Tobias ...

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The Burning Avocado Tree

Shortlisted for Contest #29 ⭐️

As Kiwi grew up we took her to her granpadre’s place more often. We lived so far away that at the beginning, when she was younger, we only went there at Michaelmas time. Before we moved to the America we drove hours and hours home to Guadalajara, and now it takes too many hours and aeroplane rides.Kiwi loved her grandfather and hated Guadalajara. We lived in el Ciudad de Mexico in a tiny narrow street house in a building with thirty others. Granpadre was in his huge empty house full of silence and green waving plants.When Kiwi was ten we too...

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Lux Aeterna

Submitted to Contest #27

“Quick! Hide!”Mr Grey scrabbled free from the table in the middle of the train cabin and squeezed himself underneath the seat while Aurelia took a photo of the cards on the table then rearranged them into a game of solitaire.Footsteps outside the cabin door grew louder, and then a figure – distorted by the frosted glass – appeared on the other side.A knock, followed by: “Tickets, please.”Aurelia grabbed her bag and pulled out her ticket: a piece of paper reading ONE TICKET (CHILD): EXETER TO GLASGOW OVERNIGHT. It had several perfectly circul...

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Celie Goose

Submitted to Contest #27

Mrs Celie Goose was thinking hard.It was nowhere near Christmas – in fact it was summertime. Her goslings had grown and they were all preparing for their migration with lots of wingercising. So, all would seem to be well in the Goosey world, but it wasn't.Her friend “Red” Rhode was sick with fear for her little chicks, and so was another friend, Puck Duck, who was, or had been until they disappeared, raising his ducklings by himself since their mum, Trixie had abandoned them for Jake Drake.The ducklings had not been seen for more than a mont...

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A Fowl Liberation

Submitted to Contest #27

The train was set to leave the station at midnight, full to the brim with merchandise and passengers travelling from Omaha, West to the California coast. The engineer, Tommy, let out a slow breath and watched it crystalize in the air.  It was going to be a cold night and a long quiet ride.  He pulled his parka closer around his face and felt the warm fur tickle his nose.  Shivering, he pulled himself into the engine, and with one last wave to Fred the stationmaster, he released the brakes and headed out int...

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