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Middle school Short Stories – Page 5 of 10

The Unwanted Unicorn

Submitted to Contest #274

“The Unwanted Unicorn” By Edward J. McCoul It all started on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday. Twelve-year-old Max was home alone, nose-deep in a video game when he heard a loud, wet sloshing sound from the backyard. That was strange. He muted his game and listened. There it was again—a sound like someone was pouring oatmeal into a bucket. He crept to the back door, cracked it open, and peeked outside. And there, in the middle of his mom’s prize rose bushes, was the last thing he ever expected to see. A unicorn. It wasn’t quite what he had imagi...

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A Walk in the Hereafter

Submitted to Contest #272

“A Walk in the Hereafter” It’s taking a lot longer than I thought it would. Of course, there’s no guidebook for dead people, at least as far as I know. After three months I’m still trying to get used to being dead. Even using that word is hard to adapt to. When death comes people usually use terms like “He passed away” or “She’s in a better place”. It makes them feel better but the person is still dead and words can’t change that. I guess it’s just a way that people try to adjust to the whole situation. And one of the biggest things I’m tryi...

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Pick of Destiny

Submitted to Contest #271

Pick of DestinyBy Nicole Ney **Warning: this story contains harsh language and subject matter that may not be suitable for everybody. Please read at your own risk**Those curves. That neck.That mahogany body. I caressed her maple neck as I gently eased her up. Corvette red. My heart raced, it was all so real. This was it. This was the moment. Active pick up, I thought to myself. I caressed her four strings and a little sound came out (of both of us I’m sure). It felt like destiny, like it was meant to be. I pulled her into the light, as ...

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The Dress

Submitted to Contest #269

The Dress I grew up in a modest apartment in Astoria in Queens. Our block was made up of mostly 6 story apartment buildings, although there were three single family homes. One of them had a magnificent magnolia tree that bloomed each spring in brilliant pink and white flowers. I walked past that tree four times a day when I was in elementary school: going to PS 5 in the morning, returning home for lunch, and then going back to school for the afternoon session and returning home again after school. Today it seems foreign; ...

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The Diamond Ring

Submitted to Contest #269

Sam slumped in the dugout, the Texas sun scorching his back, yet unable to warm the chill running through him. The sounds of laughter and shouts from the baseball diamond faded into a dull hum as he twisted a worn cap in his hands. His teammates—friends from school—were caught up in the fun of the game, but for Sam, every crack of the bat only tightened the knot in his gut. Today, it wasn’t just his strikeouts at the plate and bobbled balls on the field that had him down. His mind was clouded by thoughts of his parents’ marriage, or rather, ...

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I Hate Math...Almost as Much as Dragons

Submitted to Contest #269

My name is Felix Carter. I’m your average seventh-grade teenager. I'm just in limbo between adult and child, not ever knowing where I belong. I go to school, but I never learn anything new. I don’t have a job, and bullies pick on me often. I know, womp womp. I’m in a private school, mostly because of bullies. As a kid, I was pretty skinny, and you can fill in the rest. Oh, and I’m a nerd. I play things like D&D and read fantasy, so you can imagine how my mom didn’t like the amount of black eyes and broken fingers I kept bringing home. Sh...

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The trumpet

Submitted to Contest #269

The Trumpet By: John Dover “You’ve been staring at that thing for over an hour, Freddie.” Freddie finally blinked, the rough denim of his jacket sleeve dabbing away the welcome moisture in his eyes as he returned to the present. “What? I have not.” “Seems like it. Come on, I want to get to the candy shop before all the good taffy is gone,” Sally pleaded with him. She fought the urge to stamp her feet in frustration and gave a shuffled kick to the ground instead. Freddie had already turned his attention back to the dark patina of the trumpet...

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Mirror, Mirror

Submitted to Contest #269

Mia sat on the edge of her grandmother's bed, absently picking at the loose threads on the quilt that covered the mattress. Her mother and Aunt Janie stood by the dresser, where Aunt Janie held a copy of Gran's will in her hands. It had been only a week since Gran had passed and it felt wrong, somehow, to be here going through her stuff. Still, her mother and Aunt Janie had insisted that she be here. After all, Gran had left things for all the grandchildren. Mia tried not to cry as she thought about all the sleepovers she'd never get to have...

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The Dissidents

Submitted to Contest #268

THE DISSIDENTS                              It is better to fail in originality than to succeed                                                  &n...

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A Fist of Water

Submitted to Contest #267

“Hey, you stayin’ warm over there, Liam?” shouts my great uncle over the steady thrum of the wind barreling across the beach. Even though it’s only October, I’m in full winter gear. Sand would be in my eyes right now if not for the clear ski goggles my uncle brought for me. I feel a little silly, yet also invincible. My fingers are a little nippy. Otherwise, I’m pretty cozy. “Yep, I’m good, Uncle Jerry,” I yell through my neck warmer, my voice muffled. “Good, good,” he says, absorbed in his work. Uncle Jerry is Grandma’s brother. He’s standi...

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„The Calm in the Storm“

Submitted to Contest #267

The sun was still low in the sky when Jacob and Caleb arrived at the docks, the sea stretching out before them in shades of silver and blue. Jacob walked ahead, eyes scanning every detail of their small boat, mentally checking his list. He had been up before dawn, packing gear, checking the motor, and studying the maps. Even now, as they prepared to cast off, he was still tying down extra ropes, triple-checking the fuel, and adjusting the life vests. Caleb, in contrast, strolled leisurely behind him, humming a low tune under his breath. He h...

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Fire & Water

Submitted to Contest #263

           Lu paced across the floor of her room. There was no doubt she would pass tonight’s Final Trials, but would she rank First Mage? Either way, tomorrow she would be finished at the Middington Academy of Magic, and never have to suffer Endora’s cruel bullying again. The only downside to not becoming First Mage tonight was that Endora would, if she herself did not. That would just be wrong. Bullying aside, they vied for first place in everything. It wa...

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The Starr Story

Submitted to Contest #263

The fairy council gathered along with King Asher, the ogre king and Queen Heidii, the elf queen. “So… are we all going to ignore the threat?” King Asher demanded, breaking the silence. “My warriors will fight-” “With all due respect King Asher, fighting ISN’T the answer to everything. We learned that the hard way”. One of the five fairy counselors spoke up very quietly.  “Oh really? Why then may I ask do you have me send over my warriors to you?” King Asher countered. Counselor Enki sighed. “Counselor Sunita… I agree. King Asher- we nee...

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Bubblegum Bat-paste

Submitted to Contest #262

Hanging upside down for twenty-four minutes really had to suck. The thought made Brady’s head swim—probably because all the blood in his body had rushed there two days ago when he swung the backs of his knees around the monkey bars and dangled for at least two whole minutes, at least by his friend Vinnie’s count.  But Vinnie was a stupid bullshitter who lied a lot; he underestimated things that made other people look good. And what was absolutely not good was that the metal had only taken those “two minutes” to burn red stripes into Bra...

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The Traditional Summer Crime

Submitted to Contest #262

August 22nd, 2019 “I don’t want to do this.” “Oh, shut up,” Melanie responded. “We’ll be fine. It’s tradition to go on the hottest day of the year every summer; no one’s been caught.” Summer shook her head, her brown eyes wide, looking up at the thin trees covering the forest. The short barbed wire fence had toppled over at the edge, a thick wood post the bridge between the parking lot and the Forbidden Forest. Beyond that, a field of corn waited to be harvested. At least, once October swung around. “I hate doing this, guys,” Summer whined, ...

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