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A Halloween to Forget

Submitted to Contest #87

Twelve years was just too old for trick and treating. That’s what my twin brother Ned, our best friend Frankie, and I decided that year. Eighth grade was the time to finally escape the childish routine of donning costumes and canvassing house to house for stacks of candy, and instead, delve into the true essence of Halloween. But what activity would capture the holiday’s true spirit? Brainstorming in our basement that October 30th, I came up with an idea. “Why don’t we egg cars?”     My suggestion was greeted with en...

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Hanahaki

Submitted to Contest #86

Is it really hard to love someone? She had never thought about it, till that day. That group project was the last thing she wanted to do until she saw that pretty face of his. He wasn't the popular guy, it was the opposite. So when he got paired up with her, the loved and famous Anya, and two of her close friends, he felt like he could internally explode at any moment. For her, that was the first time she saw him. Being the cool girl she was, limited the number of people she could meet or remember. But on that day, she wondered how come she ...

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Why is the Squirrel the Favorite Animal of the Grassland?

Submitted to Contest #86

 The tiny squirrel made his way around the grass, nibbling at each end, pausing every now and then to look up. It was brown in color, with streaks of white fur. He then made his way to a part of the grass that was dry. There were a few chestnuts in that space. Swiftly, he picked one up. His puffy cheeks bit the chestnut as he held it in his paws.When he was done, the squirrel ran towards a garden which was next to the patch of grass.The garden had a single rose budding from its stem. It was planted in the ground. It was unique as it was...

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A Different Path

Submitted to Contest #86

A Different Path  By: Hareem Akhtar “Bye, mom! And yes, I will be back before dinner.” I rolled my eyes as I swished out the front door. I stopped right at the entrance of the bright yet dark woods and took a deep breath, ready for another walk that would freshen me up for the day. Only this time, I would take another route. I always end up getting scared to steer off the trail, but today I gathered up the courage to finally explore the woods rather than take a walk on the path weaving in and out...

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Crack in the Sidewalk

Submitted to Contest #86

Oh, the many ways in which flowers are used. For decorating, for wearing, and for anything really. They can signify the beginning of a beautiful relationship. A boy, let's say his name is Micah, is walking down the street, birds singing their tune and the sunshine feverishly covering the sidewalk with light. He turns his head and sees a girl, roughly around 14, maybe? She was close enough to his age for him to stop and stare for a moment. Her blond hair looked even more beautiful as it glimmered in the sun. Her hands worked a sponge on her d...

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New Generations

Submitted to Contest #85

“Where are you going, kiddo?” “I’m going out,” Sadie replied. “I have that project.” “Didn’t you do that last night?” “It’s for two weeks, I’m only on night three.” “The neighborhood won’t thank you for your troubles.  Garbage grows in this part of town; pick some up and more just pops up in its place.” Sadie lifted an eyebrow, “It must come from somewhere.  It’s people who make garbage.” “Well aren’t you smart for a ten year old,” she smirked. “You’d think my big sister would know more,” Sadie grinned back Sadie pulled on her coat...

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Watertank

Submitted to Contest #85

Tim saw the blue and red light flashing from a distance.  He shouted, 'Patrol Car, Ron.' Hearing this, Ron hid behind the railings of the top of the water tank of the town. Tim hid behind the concrete fence walls around that water tank. The police siren murdered the silence of the night. The intensity of sound was increasing, and as the car passed by the water tank, the siren sound began to decrease.  Suddenly, the car stopped, and the policeman reversed the vehicle to park in front of the water tank. 'He definitely saw us,' though...

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Is there life after Covid-19?

Submitted to Contest #84

James yawned wearily this morning. He glanced at his alarm clock. There were two minutes to eight, it’s time to enter the online class. He opened his laptop; the buttons clicked softly under his numb hands. Password... E‑mail... Access... Enter... he muttered to himself. Boom! He was in the class. On the screen appeared the tired face of the teacher; many people's skin has been affected by the excessive use of the internet. - Good morning, eighth grade! Are you here?  Can you hear me?... Eighth grade?- the teacher's voice was ...

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The Date Stamp

Submitted to Contest #84

Ugghh… I begrudgingly sat down and started my daily, science homework. The top of the worksheet said, name and date. I quickly filled out the name. But, when it came to the date, I wondered, what day is it? Is it Monday? Wednesday? I don't even know at this point. Every day since COVID-19 started has felt like the same over and over again. I looked up at my calendar. Then, I realized I didn’t even know what month it was. How am I supposed to figure it out? So I decide to Google it. Thank goodness Google existed or else I would be totally doo...

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Wipeout

Submitted to Contest #84

It all started on a snowy Sunday, a day before my mother died from pneumonia. Now don't go feeling all pity and upset for me because that is what everyone in town does and I hate it! But let's rewind a little. My mom died the day before my second birthday from pneumonia. We obviously knew that she had it before she died from it. She was diagnosed with it 3 months before my second birthday and every month it got worse. We all hoped and prayed that she would survive but when she left my touch forever, I never got my hopes up again. It was also...

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All You Have To Do Is Read

Submitted to Contest #84

The alarm rang.He stopped it and dragged himself out of bed, preparing himself for his day.He straightened up his bed, neatly fluffing and placing the pillows.He showered, letting the soap cleanse his body, the water going down the drain.He got dressed, buttoning down his white-collar shirt, tying his tie around his neck.He walked into the kitchen and sat at the counter.He heard toast pop out of the toaster.His wife, Cassie, spread jam on the toast, put it on a small saucer and handed it to her husband.He took a bite of the toast. It was bur...

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2 Weeks

Submitted to Contest #84

I sit in my room, rubbing my temples. I look around, sighing. The room is nicely decorated. Dark green bedspread; matching rug. Nice paintings. Dresser. Desk. The sky outside is partly shielded by the green curtains I put up 2 years ago. A discarded surgeon’s mask lies in the garbage can I haven’t emptied in months. I haven’t talked to a human being in months.  Almost a year ago, when I should have been getting ready to get drunk with my friends, everything shut down. I remember texting my friends, us making plans to meet 2 weeks late...

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Somehow Dreaming

Submitted to Contest #83

In the noisy classroom it was hard for me to think. I tried to do my best on the last day of school, but I couldn't stop wondering about summer. My teacher, Mrs. Brooks, thinks I have a hard time paying attention, but really I am just excited. Our class was learning about climate change, so nothing too fun. “Maddie, I need your eyes up here.” said Mrs. Brooks to me.  It’s hard to believe that she thought I wasn’t paying attention, when the biggest distraction in the world was sitting right behind me, Harriet Williams (totally the teache...

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WATER BOY

Submitted to Contest #83

My name is Josh, I was born and raised in Arizona. Not great for a person with a debilitating obsession to be in water. As a baby, I was only happy in the bathtub. It was like my security blanket. Crazy, right? After swimming for a week at the lake, I still needed more. By my twelfth birthday, my mouth was always dry, making me need the school bubblers constantly. Daily detentions were the result. Ugh… The teachers didn’t believe my excuses. I couldn’t really blame them. The obsession continued to grow. Unbelievable! My skin started drying o...

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Sunset Isle

Submitted to Contest #83

Lynn splashed in the tropical cove that was her home. Her shimmery blue green hair shone in the sun. It almost looked like water, her beautiful hair. It was down to her waist, and she usually had it down, with a waterfall braid curving around her head.  Her ears were big and pointed. She was like an elf of the sea, except she was a water spirit, or a tele h’ai, which means “children of the sea”. She was beautiful. She was giggling to herself in the paradise of the tropical island in which she lived, called Sunset Isle.  Only a fe...

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