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The Biggest Prank Yet

Submitted to Contest #87

It was a fine day and everyone was doing the usual. Including Leopold, who was busy tending to his gardens and orchards at his dacha. However, he still couldn’t catch a break; after all, a certain pair of mischievous mice were always up to no good. Just like always. This time, they were plotting the biggest prank that they could ever come up with. They decided that they were going to tar and then feather him into oblivion, so all they had to do was get two buckets, one of which they could fill up with tar while the other bucket could be fi...

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Xenia's Wish

Submitted to Contest #87

Some people don’t believe in Faeries or Sprites, I can’t blame them. Some people don’t believe in something unless they have seen it. Although some people want to believe in things so hard that they make up evidence for it.      I am Xenia of Dustlynd, I am a student in misfortune management class. It’s not the best job but I get by. I got transferred over after screwing up wishes just to see the disappointment on people’s faces. I always wanted to be a human, oblivious and arrogant to the world not having to care about a...

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Disorient

Submitted to Contest #86

When Amesha was five years old, and her mother wasn’t looking, she trotted her way into the woods behind her family’s Midwestern home. There wasn’t much distance between her backyard and the first line of deciduous trees — especially for an energetic toddler in the early morning. Some minutes into her trek, Amesha had found settled under a dead tree that her father used to bring her to as an infant — though, at the time she didn’t know this. Her tiny legs were strained and the darkness of the woods grew more intimidating by the second. ...

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An Attempted Festival Date

Submitted to Contest #86

      “You know I wouldn’t mind ONE DAY without SOMEONE trying to RUIN EVERYTHING!” Raquel shouted as a reptilian creature crashed into a stall.       It was spring. The city was having a spring festival, as most places do. But whenever the city does something there is always some monster or some evil McEvil trying to destroy it. Today, as it seemed, was no exception.       The two girls stood by as people began to scramble out of the park, or at least ...

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Flowery Language

Submitted to Contest #86

It’s a small lecture theatre, dimly lit. Dr Romano is a brilliant speaker, knowledgeable and engaging and just the slightest bit condescending - the just slightly pompous tone of someone who is the most expert in her field and knows it. She’s talking through some drawings right now, a collection of Da Vinci’s anatomical sketches. It’s fascinating, and the papers are incredible, and Antiope knows that she’s privileged to be here and she should be on the edge of her seat.And she would be, except she can’t. Stop. Sneezing. It’s infuriating...

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Amicus Curiae

Submitted to Contest #87

"There is this constant belief in the courtroom that anyone who is able to serve justice is a hero. But the reality is that we're not supposed to be the superheroes. The heroes are the people who support our clients outside of the courtroom. That doesn't mean it has to stop there. We will always be known as the amicus curiae." That was the most gratifying speech that my now-fiancé, Marianne Clint, had made towards me on the first day of our legal briefings. I never even stopped thinking about that Latin phrase. Out of all the phrases in l...

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The Pink Flower

Submitted to Contest #86

“I always know when spring is near, as those pink flowers begin to blossom by the tree.” “They’re beautiful.” I picked one up and let it lay in the palm of my hand. “You idiot! You’re supposed to let them grow. You’ve gone and bloody killed it now.” “Sorry.” I put the flower in the front pocket of my shorts and turned away from April to hide my flushed cheeks. She was such a bossy cow, sometimes. “I can’t wait for summer. Just think, me and you going travelling all by ourselves. Who’d have thought? Not my mum, that’s for sure. She’s still...

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His Companion

Submitted to Contest #86

The sun was high in the sky, casting its warmth and gleaming rays onto the early-spring dew. A gentle breeze swayed the leaves tenderly as the birds sang melodically in the newly-blooming trees. Though small patches of muddied snow remained spotted about in the grassy hills of Lancashire, Nature seemed to finally be awakening after a long and frosty hibernation.Down by the stable, a small and sturdy wooden structure, two men stood side-by-side admiring the delightful scenery.   “Look, sir!” Exclaimed the shorter one, running t...

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Sampaguita

Submitted to Contest #86

You’re the symbol of fidelity, purity, devotion and divine hope. I was feeling different today and I feel like I need to breathe fresh air, if the air is still fresh, and do some brisk walking. Next month, GCQ is planning to implement again by our Government because of high volume case of virus. My planned visit to Baguio, to celebrate Flower Festival with my few friends and if possible with my love, did not go ahead. I sighed of the thought. I suddenly question myself. How long does this virus last? I use my electronic bike and went to ...

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The Springtime of Love

Submitted to Contest #86

It had been one hell of a day. My eyelids were getting heavy and I was completely worn out. Maybe exhaustion was taking its toll on me, or maybe I was getting old. I felt sore all over. Only the thought that I was still in my workplace and I needed to go home and cook kept me from falling into deep slumber right then and there. 'Guess I should head home now, it's this late. Neil must've already left' I thought and giggled. That roommate of mine, was really something. Always smiling. And not to mention the fact that he had been my partner...

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lost kids

Submitted to Contest #86

March 19 2021 this Spring festival some high schools kids move from Texas to do high school in Georgia two were bestfriends and their girlfriends Mina,Momo and Tsu,Toru they all go to school together so on the weekend the four plan to go to the festival so they got ready to go to the festival. So when they got there they went on some rides then they ate some food they had to leave because it was getting dark and all had to be home by 11pm and it was 10pm so they get in the car but a man ask if they could find his cat and they said yes so the...

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An Unusual Return to Home

Submitted to Contest #86

Springtime, other than being a time for flowering trees and birds returning home from emigration, it is always the cue for Philip to breath. Inhale freedom, and peace of mind, in a place in which he isn’t judged. The annual occasion to meet his lover, back in his newfound home. Coming out to his family wasn’t the matter, but his workplace. Working in Dubai is a promising way to be paid a hefty amount of money. While also indicating that long periods of time shall be spent far from home. In some cases, the current country becomes the place of...

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Flowers for the year

Submitted to Contest #86

Pink camellias for longing. Pink carnations for remembrance. Heliotrope for devotion. Yarrow for everlasting love. A single rose, deep crimson for mourning, in the centre of it all.I clutch my mismatched bouquet to my breast, take a deep breath and step through the short wooden gate into the graveyard. The smell of spring and freshly cut grass hangs heavy in the air around me, weighing down on my shoulders and my heart. It’s an unseasonably warm day in late February, the complete opposite of my first visit where the earth was blanketed in sn...

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A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to Leopold’s Dacha

Submitted to Contest #86

One fine morning, the mischievous mice were sleeping peacefully when Motya suddenly got up and looked out the window, only to see some flowers beginning to bloom. That surprised the overweight gray mouse very greatly, so he knew he had to break the news to his boyfriend.“Mitya, wake up, man!” Motya shouted as he proceeded to wake the sleeping Mitya awake.“Wha-whassat?” Mitya murmured sleepily as he stirred, having yet to recover from sleep.“Dude, the flowers are blooming!” Motya said excitedly. “That means it’s finally spring!”“Spring?” Mity...

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Serendipity

Submitted to Contest #86

The field is wet. Irrigation seeps through my cleats and into my socks. My legs are sore from countless Youtube workouts. (They claim to give you abs. I am living proof that those instructor ladies get liposuctions every month or so.) Besides, I tried to keep up lacrosse by practicing. Throwing, catching, cradling. But at some point, there’s no point. Hector has already started practice. I’m half an hour late and the girls are still doing warmups. They’ve already got their protection goggles on. Their feet slip along the grass when they...

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