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The secret

Submitted to Contest #7

Zoom…ClickCurly brown hair and a set of dull grey eyes stared back at Flynn as he looked into the mirror. His crooked nose turned up in a sneer pulling at the wave of freckles that lined his nose.Let’s try this again, he thought.Lifting up the giant dictionary he held in his hands, he flipped through the withered pages arriving at the page he visited quite often. Pg-274Sadness: The basic human emotion of feeling unhappy or grieved over something.That’s right. He needed to be grieved.He closed his eyes and pictured his parents displaying thes...

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Star Warrior

Submitted to Contest #7

Dear, Harry (Little Bro).I’m about to head out on what might be my last mission. So the Commanders say, anyway. Not because my job is nearly done, but this one, they reckon, is more dangerous than all the previous missions combined.Too many unknowns: Unusually long hypersleep, an uncharted sector, limited intel on the enemy.They’ve suggested I should write my story down before I go. Something for you to read when you’re old enough.I haven’t got long, so I’ll keep it brief. Here goes:My name is Jack (Big Bro). 12 years old. Star Warrior.Mum j...

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My sweet, sweet day off

Submitted to Contest #7

Knock, knock!The man, whose I opened the door to, was Dad. People describe him as a popular guy with ladies. I think he is a middle-aged guy, who wears weird clothes, that are for teens or college kids. Weird or not, he is my father! I didn’t choose him. As I pulled the door, he entered the house and he said, "Ready for the trip? Kids?""Daddy," my little sister jumped on hi...

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My Christmas Eve Secret

Submitted to Contest #7

It was the night that every kid waits for, myself included! The night we planned for all year round. It was Christmas at last! The day the big jolly man from the North gave us all we asked for...or not. My parents started by pulling out the decorations, while my grandmother baked gingerbread cookies in the kitchen. My sister just played with her doll baby. My parents strung the lights on the tree and then started with the ornaments. Momma had a special ornament for me and my baby sister, our baby pictures with our birthda...

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Soon

Submitted to Contest #7

I’ve been waiting forever to see my father. Sometimes I miss him so much that I feel sick. A lump grows in my throat and my stomach hurts. My mom says these feelings are nothing but nerves and that if I ignore them, they will go away. I guess she’s right, but my stomach is tied into knots.Don’t get me wrong. I love my mother but my father is super special. He’s like a superman for me. He can do everything and for every problem, he has a magical solution. He makes every day fun. My little brother, Sam misses him too, that is, when he’s not be...

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Life's Doors

Submitted to Contest #7

LIFE’S DOORSSchool had just let out for the summer and my parents went shopping for our upcoming camping trip. I wanted to go with them, but mom insisted Mrs. Sorenson, our next-door neighbor, stay with me. I was 11. I didn’t need a babysitter, but I didn’t get a vote. When the door closed behind them, a shiver ran down my back.Mrs. Sorenson is ok, but she makes these really awful cookies. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, so I always eat one. It takes a big glass of milk to soak the cookie up enough to even bite into it. My folks were only...

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RUNT

Submitted to Contest #7

RUNTBy Andrew Paul GrellNobody knew what to do with me, except to keep me from getting underfoot. I was too young to shear, but I was pretty handy with a currycomb. Someone might hand me some canvas, a handful of grommets, and a hammer just to see if I could make or repair tents; a very useful skill for desert nomads. What I really wanted was to sail ships. Once on a journey from here to there I saw Lake Lashon and the boats on the calm surface, men pulling in nets of fish. I wanted to be the Captain, not the net peo...

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The Smell I’ll Remember Most From 3rd Grade

Submitted to Contest #7

I don’t understand why what I wrote today in class got me in trouble. Mrs. Jenkins wrote on the board, “Fall smells like…” and we were supposed to complete the sentence. This is third grade. It’s not a new concept. So, it’s not like I didn’t understand what she was asking me to do. I did. So, I did. “Fall smells like… dementia dog pee.”I guess Mrs. Jenkins was mad because she wanted to use all our answers in a class poem and mine didn’t have a nice ring to it. That to me sounds like cheating. I mean, just last week, Justin got in trouble for...

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Ostracized Boy with big longing Ostrich eyes...

Submitted to Contest #7

feels 'e got gypped coursing adrift down banks of the Nile No book learning known while this lil scribe longing for Fay M. Lee. She iz hot! The only pseudo education I acquired (about female anatomy and physiology...?) flowed naturally being schooled courtesy longest river in the world. Earliest recollections find yours truly (comfortably nestled within artfully made arc cake looking craft, i.e. balled rocky bulrush – off sturdy limb wicker basket) meandering entire length of the Nile River. Fingers slip and slide thru her... Answers to ...

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My Secret Mythological Mom

Submitted to Contest #7

I remember the day my mom left for a mission and I had to go live with my grandmother. I wonder whatever happened to my mom? It’s been ten years now and this morning when I woke up I saw this woman inside my room and she was glowing like some type of god. “... who are you and what are you doing in my room? GRANDMA!” My grandma came. “What’s wrong Sophia? Why are you yelling like that?” she asked. “There’s a woman in my room!” Sophia said. the grandma looked at the woman standing in the middle of the floor “who are you?” asked the grandma. th...

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Hear my voice

Shortlisted for Contest #7 ⭐️

Hear My VoiceThey’re rowing again. It never ends these days. If it’s not Brexit then it’s about his drinking. Mum stopped a few months ago, and ever since then, it’s been a constant source of arguments. He tends to get leery after a few drinks, touching and mauling her. Nothing violent but she shrugs him off, and that’s when the shouting starts. “You’re off your face, again.” “Don’t bloody start. You’re like a broken record. It was just a few drinks with Dave after his success in the local elections. He only beat the bloody Tories, you know....

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A Family Again

Submitted to Contest #7

I am sitting on a bench in the train station, watching people go by. I see hundreds of men and women in fancy clothes with briefcases, several boys and girls hugging their moms and dads after coming back from school, and so, so many families that are more perfect than mine. Miss Katie squeezes my shoulder. "They'll be here any minute, sweetie. Don't worry." "I'm not," I say, except I am, I just don't want Miss Katie, Mr. Jack, and Ellie to worry. I scan all the faces entering the train station. Somewhere in there, Momma and Clementine are ...

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Playing Hide and Seek - For Real

Submitted to Contest #7

Playing Hide and Seek – For Real My name is Mia and I am seven years old. I really like that my parents let me have the freedom to play without constant supervision. Most of my friends don’t have that freedom. A boy my age was kidnapped last week, and that has many parents scared. My favourite game is virtual hide and go seek. The device that I have hides different virtual players around my neighbourhood. My dad is a programmer, so the device is a very sophisticated one. It makes me aware of the virtual players once ...

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Dragons and Forts

Submitted to Contest #7

I have never stopped believing that dragons exist, even though everyone tells me I’m getting too old for such things. This is because I know a secret they don’t; a dragon will only reveal itself to those who have never doubted their existence. Year after year, I wait eagerly for the day it comes true. The sky is so intensely blue, it’s hard not to smile. I hop across the lava stones, daydreaming about riding through that sky on a dragon’s back. My heart races with excitement. I can’t wait. I spot the old, white truck wobbling down the dirt r...

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Not like you

Submitted to Contest #7

I awkwardly walked towards my father, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.Right, left, right, left, right, left.“Daddy can I go to the party?”He glanced towards me, his posture threatening, his brows scowled with the rage of a thousand suns, yet his voice was soft, reassuring and could even be considered gleeful. “No son, I’m sorry but today is the anniversary of your grandfathers death. We’re visiting his grave.” I got annoyed by his answer and started stamping around, wailing that I didn’t want to go. After all, having fun wi...

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