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You just want to read? These entries will be freshly written for a contest. Since I plan on joining many then I'm putting them all in a book. Sit back and enjoy it. I'll try to do a (poem) line count, (story) word count, prompt, and which contest I entered in. Though I won't be mentioning it in the piece, but "The Contest Challenge"  will be a part of a contest I enter since it's about entering into a contest following its rules. Wish me luck!
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| Lily is the best she could ever be. She wants me to be happy. Cancer took her life. One of the main things we did was puzzles. Both of us loved animals too. Helping animals would be a dream come true. I could still make that a reality. She was a kind and gentle soul. Her home was simple. Everything put away neatly. Decorations here and there. And she kept puzzles for me to play with whenever I visited. This built up to my peak of putting together a Kaleidoscope puzzle in two weeks. Round and pieces were alike. I knew I could do it. She had faith in me. We would also spend time at the park together. Just hanging out. Maybe find some golf balls that strayed from the golf course. She would tell me helpful stories. She missed her husband. But we had fun together. Her stories were valuable. She would often help animals. One time there was a cat in need. It had been in a car accident and the owner was moving. I accepted taking care of that cat and called it Kitty. Kitty always had patience and would catch birds despite no claws. My parents were severely allergic though. Lily loved that cat too. Her spirit lives on and helps guide me everywhere I go. Sometimes when I go to the park or be at her hometown I would think of her. Of course, I think of her through the activities I do. She would be proud of me. Prompt: Loved one to honor Word Count: 260 Contest: "Honoring the Dead" |
| "Happy Birthday WDC! Now you need 23 reasons to have 23 candles on your cake!" Whistle said as he bent over to count the candles. "Why not focus on the real task at hand? We need 23 differently colored candles for the anniversary cake. It's not too much to ask, those are all white," Billiste said, observing the candles on the table. "Oh, I need to go back to the store. These are all white. Still, 23 candles is a lot to ask for." Whistle got up and went out with the company debit card. The store had all white candles. He needed to find differently colored candles. Furious, he went to the candle specialist. Maybe the candle specialist would be able to give the colors he needed. Since he had white, then he just needed 22 more candles. The candle specialist welcomed him with open arms. He didn't expect such a warm welcome and was caught by surprised. The candle specialist's name was Jackie, and offered to do all 22 candles at various colors other than white for a fee. There were 22 tasks to take on. Food coloring, paint dye, and different colors of flowers was needed. He agreed to find all 22 colors out there and wanted to have the best colors around. So he needed to go to the specialized stores that contained a variety of those. Going to the Dye store, he found 22 colors in food coloring. That was easy enough. Next task wasn't so easy. He went to one paint specialist and they only had eight colors. So they referred him to another paint specialist. This one was well hidden and he needed to complete a task to find it and enter it. The task was simple, go to a magic store and gather magic crystals. Eight blocks away, he saw the magic store. That was easy enough for him to find. But then he discovered to get the magic crystals he needed to find the magic wand. How many tasks did he need to do for paint dye? He swore he was being chased by a vampire. Going to the park he observed all the bushes. The last bush had a branch that didn't belong. Pulling out the branch, he discovered it wasn't a branch at all but a magic wand, the one he needed to get. Now he needed to find the magic store again. Back at the spot he had found the magic store in the first place he discovered that it wasn't there. It was gone! Then he picked up a note on the ground and followed that note to the direction of the magic store. He found it! The cashier was pleased and asked to wave the wand again. A yellow glow came out on the other end of the wand. Then he was told the wand chose him and he could have the wand for free. The magic crystals costed a fortune. But the wand was priceless. Then he received directions to the paint specialist he wanted to go to. Did he needed to give the magic crystals to the one he came from or for the one he was going to? He didn't know. The unlucky 13 number appeared on the house of the place he wanted to go to. Since this was it, he wondered if he should walk up to the door. Instead an older looking mage stepped down with a smile and asked for the magic crystals. Then he was told to wait outside. There were 23 crystals and he needed 22 paint dye. He hadn't accepted the ones at the other paint specialist. He waited and waited. The day was running out and he needed it by 14:00, or 2 pm. His boss was growing impatient. By 11:00 am the wizard came out carrying a sac. In it were 22 different colored paint dye. Perfect. Now he needed the last thing: different colored flowers, all in solid colors. He asked the wizard where he would find these flowers and the wizard gave him a note. At first nothing showed up. Then some lines with arrows appeared. A map! 17 blocks he went straight, then had to turn for another 17 blocks. He hoped there wasn't another quest. The paint dye was free itself. He had food coloring still. Good. Finally he arrived at the flower house. There were all sorts of flowers on sale. Cut flowers was what he wanted. 19 doors to choose from as he walked all around. Which door was it? He began opening the doors and searching. At the fifth door he opened he saw all sorts of flowers cut at the stem. Choosing it, he observed the colors. 22 matching flowers to paint dye and food coloring were found. Then he went to the cashier and paid for it. 21 blocks away he arrived at the candle specialist. This time a woman was there. He explained his situation and she nodded. She invited him to the waiting area and disappeared with the materials. After an hour of waiting he got the candles he needed. They waved goodbye to each other and he headed out. Only to find his work across the street and usual buildings behind him! A portal! Just 12:00 pm, he wasn't late. His boss greeted him as he walked through the door. He handed the candles to his boss. His boss was pleased. His work done now he could enjoy his lunch break which came right up to him: pizza. Prompt: 23 Word Count: 966 Contest: "23 Skidoo Contest" |
| I almost caught it! My name was Zakia and I was home. The huge yard was always neatly mowed and there were birthday decorations all over my countryside house. One floor, many rooms, with pillars holding up the porch roof. Three garages and five cars. I was already driving for school. Still, one thing I couldn't forget was chasing butterflies. I loved them. Only holding them was difficult. They liked to fly away. Travel from one flower to another. And I wasn't going to go anywhere but my backyard. In my backyard I ran, around the swimming pool and into the garden. Magic interested me. If I imagined getting sucked through a portal they just laughed. My brothers thought I was weird with a big imagination. I was used to being alone at home with everyone gone. This was my situation now. Everyone was gone to work. I had a whole day to myself. Sometimes it was rumored that a butterfly was really a fairy in disguise. Once more, my family didn't believe it. In the garden I found multiple butterflies before landing my eyes on this one. The other butterflies dashed away as I came closer to my target. Oops, it flew away again, so I followed it, closer and closer to the edge of the prairie. Once past the prairie I couldn't continue farther, so I sped up. It fluttered through the air as it passed my hand. A blue and silver butterfly that is. I followed it. The butterfly landed in the middle of a ring of mushrooms. I didn't even think about portals. I barrelled into the ring of mushrooms, taking care not to damage the mushrooms. And, as a carefree girl at the age of 12, I believed in fairy tales. No way was I going to let this one sweep by. As I laid my hand to the ground, I realized the butterfly was gone. Straightening up, I came face to face of what looked like a young girl with butterfly wings flapping behind her. She also seemed to have a tail and horns on her head. I wondered what could be wrong. Then I backed up- right into a tree! I had no place else to go to! The tree wasn't there before. I tripped and fell flat on my face. Ouch! I think I had twisted my foot. "Welcome, Ashediped. This is the land of Arigorn. There is plenty to see and little time to see it. I am Mephisidiad, a part Fairy, part Dragon as you could tell. Only I don't belong in either world. Though they welcome me as their own. Now, you were chasing a butterfly just now. Will you accept my help in finding it? I'd hate if a bird got to it," Mephisidiad greeted me. I felt I had no other choice. The pain in my foot throbbed. She knelt down and a glow came from her hands. Suddenly the pain and throbbing stopped. I was healed! I stood up. It felt strange to be healed like that. Where on Misflit am I? Right, this wasn't Misflit anymore. I walked through a portal into a magical world! Magic existed! "Sure. I can follow you for a little ways. But then I would need to get home soon so that my parents won't find out that I'm gone. I really shouldn't venture far from home," I said and the fairy turned and waved for me to follow. As I saw her back was covered in spikes I realized she wasn't lying. Part dragon. That would explain her horns and tail. Who would want to mess up a fairy's appearance anyway? Were there more hybrids out there with features that made them look ugly? Then I noticed she had pop something into her mouth. Gum? She let herself down on the ground. That gave me the cue to look around. Humidity hit me in the face. Trees surrounded me. This wasn't home anymore. My home didn't have trees like this. They weren't full grown. Trees were encouraged to prevent erosion. That I believed and daddy must have believed in it too. As I ran I noticed she didn't seem to wear out. Beads of sweat broke out on me and I wondered how much longer did we have to go. Then she had me stop too and tested the ground. Something worried her and we could hear voices in the distance. I wondered what they were arguing about and if I had come in the middle of a war. I hoped not. "I am not going to tell you the location of my daughter. Besides, she ran off somewhere. I'm looking for her too." "Where is she? She is vital to my command. I won't stop until I have her. She carries magic unrecognizable to others, including you, and I want those powers." "You'll never get those powers. We'll throw magic against you to keep her hidden until she's ready. It's called love." "Love is foolish and weak. It's impossible to underestimate the power of love. I will use you for bait. If I can't find her, then I'll lure her." We ventured deep into the rows of trees and bushes and then knelt down behind a bush. I wondered why so suddenly and then she made a couple peepholes for us to see. As I stared through the peephole I made out a Fairy and a Dragon. Only this wasn't just any kind. They had crowns on their head. Then I wondered why she didn't have a crown. They were arguing to a shadow. What kind of shadow I didn't know. Then a leech life-sized monster came into view. It looked hideous with its open mouth with rows of teeth and flappy skin all the way down to the tail. I watched as it threw chains around the fairy and dragon's neck and limbs. Their eyes began to glow and they stopped arguing. The villain I thought. Then the butterfly appeared in the middle. No! The butterfly was immediately transformed into a monster. I clasped my mouth with my hands to keep from screaming. I didn't know what I would do to rescue it. I glanced at the hybrid. She signalled to keep quiet. Whatever that monster was was a creep. Evil was the right word. Then the creep spoke. "I have destroyed the king and queen and now I am ruler over the fairies and dragons. Let there be chaos as plans and dreams are destroyed. Tell me your location." Nothing. Just silence. The leech left with the fairy and dragon. I stopped watching and turned to look at the hybrid. Tears rolled down her cheeks and I felt bad. Were they her parents? And, if so, was she a princess? I fumbled with my newfound knowledge. Possibly. She kept me safe, maybe I could trust her. She must've known that leech monster too. She motioned for us to stay in the bushes for while longer. The butterfly seemed to disappear last. I sighed. Now we needed to hide from the butterfly. Not chase it. "Where they your parents? Who was that leech?" I asked. She let up a bit. "Choufagondile. The master of evil. He imprisoned and bewitched my parents! I want him to pay back for what he had done. Now the kingdom will fall to chaos! Only the Levintil Creatures can stop him. You can impress them by feeding them, then they'll be on your side. They grow and mature quickly too. Shape shifters. No definite shape. Carnivores," Maphisidiad explained. I took the hint. Levintil Creatures. What they were was a mystery. I mulled over what they could look like at any time. Beautiful or ugly? Yet the most desired of all. Beautiful. "Let's find a brood of them. But do you know where to go?" I said. "Yes. Follow me," she said. She stopped crying as we went deep into the forest. I followed her for so long I lost track of the way back to the portal. I wasn't even thinking about the portal back then. It struck me odd to have seen a fairy and a dragon together. Where was the rest? Were they taken too by the creepy leech monster? I didn't know what to say. I just remembered how their eyes started to glow strangely when they were captured. Did he have a mind control spell? These questions and more haunted me. As I ran to keep up the trees started thinning and becoming further apart. The sporadic wildlife sometimes revealed themselves. We suddenly slowed down to a stop. Then she told me to be quiet. Something wasn't right. I followed as quietly as I could into the village. I saw a boy in chains and felt sorry for him. So this world has people like me too. Yet, these houses were different. They were all small, seemingly built for dwarves. Soon I encountered an adult one looking away from me. They were dwarves! We soon creeped around the clearing into a middle of a batch of eggs. Six were the largest, followed by 14 of various medium sized, and ending with six of the smallest. There were bags of food that smelled of fresh meat from the market. Immediately, the eggs started floating and so did the meat from the hooks. She was using her magic! I wondered what were the side effects of the magic. "This way. We need to hurry. They might see us and imprison us too. Choufagondile has them under his powers. The streets are empty. Too empty." With that we moved followed by the eggs and meat. The boy was still there playing ball. Suddenly, he turned and looked at us. With one cry doors opened revealing more. With weapons. We bolted into a run and made the eggs and meat invisible, still following close behind. We made it into the forest and then his in bushes surrounding the trees. I could barely make out the outline of the eggs and meat and my heart pounded so hard I felt it was going to burst. We could hear men and woman as well as children coming after us. They were slow in moving. I peered out of a peephole she made but could only hear sounds. We hoped the other food bags won't be taken. Suddenly, she dropped the invisible spell, looking aged and worn out. This must be her limit. She fell asleep right then and there. Things were settling and the dwarves seemed to calm down. I could hear no voice after a while. It didn't mean the coast was clear. The sky drew dark before I fell asleep too. When I woke up Maphisidiad was already awake. She motioned for me to come look at the eggs with the food bag opened. I grabbed meat from the bag and waited. There were cracks in the eggs. The littlest eggs then started cracking apart and nothing seemed to come out. She was sure excited though. Then I watched as the food in my hand started disappearing. I seemed to also have a flood of magical power build up through me and I was looking at fog. Fog didn't exist without the weather. But then she had said the shape shifters could be anything. After the meat was gone I took out more meat. This was four steaks of meat being eaten. And still they ate all the meat. I brought out two more and they ate those too. But, for the fourth time of doing it, they wanted no more. "Full. Tired." One of the creatures spoke up. "Now, you should have shape shifting capabilities. There are six food bags. The bigger ones could carry them from birth in the shape of a monkey. I know of a place to go to from a story. Three hills and one tall mountain, the Shukulas remains hidden. They train these creatures. But, for now, we stay here until more hatches." She ran her fingers through her hair. I thought about it for a moment. I didn't know what to think. Then more eggs started hatching. I watched as they appeared empty like the first. A dozen eggs this time. I took out a dozen meat and fed each one of them individually. They ate it all. Then the same response. Full. Tired. They drifted off to sleep. Next I was recognizing to prepare for the largest eggs to hatch. I took out a dozen meat. They might consume more than one due to size. We waited for those eggs to hatch in silence. It didn't take long for them too. The meat started disappearing until it all disappeared. This time it took two instead of one, as anticipated. Then they repeated the previous. Full. Tired. Soon all of the creatures were fast asleep. I didn't know if I impressed them or not, so I raised a questioning look. "Only Ashediped are able to impress them. We'll find out more when they wake up if you impressed them. They will start being talkative in your favor to you if you impressed them. Then they will be your side forever. We could test to see if you have the powers of shape shifting now. Focus on your favorite animal or creature and see if you turn into that. The clothes changed to the fancy clothes of an elite shape shifter. I think you impressed them and they are yours forever now." She encouraged. I focused and felt myself growing spikes and wings. I succeeded. Now i was a dragon hybrid. And the clothes disappeared. I panicked. Would the clothes come back to me? I focused on my normal self once more. Once again I changed. I became human again. Brilliant. I thought of correcting her about me being human. Only humans can impress. It would make a lot more sense. But now I learned a word she knew. "From now on call me and others like me human beings, or human. I could barely understand you when you say that word and I don't know what it means well. But now I think I know. Now, since I've impressed them, we need to train them, don't we. Can they turn into marbles?" I saw her shocked and saying the word human over and over. "Sure thing, I think I can remember that. I wonder what other strange words you, humans, have come up with. There is a trainer on the mountain that's the most famous. Sliciophith. I hope we can find him and he can train you and your creatures. It would be better for them to turn into marbles for the journey. All you have to do is to send a mental picture of a marble for them. What to also do is to watch for exhaustion. The more exhausted they are from holding a disguise, the less likely they will to hold it. Magic is a tricky thing. We should camp out here tonight. I'm fatigued. I can turn the food bags except one to a marble and we could hustle tomorrow. Most likely tomorrow night. That would be safer. Once on the road there is no turning back. Now, I have lots of money. We could stay at hotels and eat at restaurants. How does that sound?" Mephisidiad said. "That sounds like a great idea. In the meantime, we could get to know each other. Let's start with you first." I wondered if she could cook some meat and we could eat. I was hungry now. We both took out a steak of raw meat and I watched as she used magic to cook them. Now the meat was edible. It tasted good too as I put it into my mouth and chewed. Just lacked salt and seasoning. She was a great cook. Then I pondered if using her magic card was a good idea. They could be traced and captured if she used her money and there was no guarantee that we would be safe. I figured, bad idea now. We needed to hide and dash to the mountain she spoke of. In a world of magic I wondered if we would ever find it. I whispered the problem to her and her eyes opened wide. She hadn't thought about that being a result and nodded in agreement. Soon, we finished our meat and then thought about going out at night for a head start. The entire town was under attack with all the citizens in chains and were probably hiding chains in their building to capture the unsuspected. This was going to travel all over their world if this kept up. She assured that only the shape shifters would be able to resist his powers. He held the lowliest rank of shape shifters who often chose those that were very educated. "I live in a castle perfect for fairies and dragons alike. Unlike fairy tales, we are more of the size of a dwarf. The castle can be boring with all of its rules and regulations. I want an adventure, to explore the outside walls at my own ease. Mom and dad always find a way to find me though. This time, they are in trouble. I wish I could warn the others. If they feed that truth potion under that power, he will know everything and seize the peaceful castle. It maybe too late to go back. However, we shouldn't fight for just ourselves. We should fight for the others too. Those dwarves looked miserable and wanting to cry. I could help you train to be a fighter. You are the only one who won't be affected like other shape shifters. You need to impress a creature army to face him. Any brave souls we can influence the better. I'll help you with my reliable resources. I know I can. I'm a princess. I know so much." I could tell there was determination in her face. I couldn't discourage it. And I wasn't much of a fighter. I wanted to back out. "I want to be a vet. I love animals. And this is one of the things that excites me. What would hurt these creatures? I can't bear to think about that. However, if we get them trained right then they'll help you conquer your enemy, that leech. His name- I can't say it. I can't say your name either. So I'll call you Princess. But I have a good memory with names. That's no problem. Think it's night time now so we can start? I can't wait to get a good look at the stars. The stars make the world go around. Pardon me if I say too much, but I tend to be open. Though, I have pretty much said my desire. I'm hoping to marry a good man with solid faith. What is faith out here like?" I said slowly so as to not get caught. "Me- I want peace. There is no peace when someone finds out my parents are kidnapped. I'm afraid he would be hunting for me next, and I know you came from the portal. Remember, he doesn't know about you. He knows that butterfly now, but that butterfly is useless to him. My kingdom is at peace, except news travel fast and there will no longer be any peace. I'm happy to meet you and I cheer you on to save the planet. No, it's not your creatures that will do the saving. It will be up to you. You'll be trained just as equally. I believe in you. You can do it." Prompt: Fantasy ch1 Word Count: 3,280 Contest: "Fantasy Firsts" |
| I withdrew. How impossible. How is it possible? The volcano turned blue. That wasn't what the experiment was for. Then, I thought, I'll rebuild it and do it again. Directions never said the volcano would turn blue. I opened another box with the exact same ingredients. Then I put together another volcano. Brown. I read the ingredients carefully, thinking I made a mistake. Then I smelled the powder before mixing in water. Azeryllia substance. I had that in Chemistry class and we made sure to memorize the distinct smell. It couldn't be. Still, I poured it into the vial and mixed it with water. Then I poured the first chemical, then the second chemical. As expected, it exploded. When I wiped off the mess on the volcano, I discovered my senses didn't lie. They had put the wrong chemical in! The volcano was once more blue from the explosion. And so was the vial. Azeryllia was a blue, magical paint that looked orange to start with but dried blue. My party was going to be spoiled. Prompt: How is it possible? Word Count: 176 Contest:
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| A long time ago I went to church as a young girl. One of the first songs to learn was Jesus Loves Me. Only I sang Jesus rules me instead for the first month. The other children laughed and made fun of me for my singing and the teacher constantly repeated Jesus loves me instead. I just couldn't figure it out since none of the other children were willing to correct me. When I read the words though it became clear I had misheard the song. I had to sing Jesus loves me instead of Jesus rules me. If only I had heard the words correctly and was able to sing it right. It would have saved being teased over such a simple song. Jesus does rule but that wasn't what the song was about. I consider this to be my most embarrassing time of my life. Who could misunderstand the lyrics of a simple song? Well, I am one of those people. I won't ever forget my most embarrassing moment of time. What could be ever more embarrassing? Prompt: Mondegreen most embarrassing moment Form: Prose story Word Count: 179 Contest: "Memorable Malaprops/Mondegreens Contest" |
| It's Christmas in July Peppermint is on the table Chocolate is ready to serve Cold on the inside, hot on the outside It's Christmas in July Eerie silence all around Joy of presents to unwrap Decorations hung and lit It's Christmas in July Snow is spread on the ground Quickly melted by the heat Barbecue weather on the grill It's Christmas in July Celebrated by certain cultures Maybe snowing maybe sunny Still a gift to share for all Prompt: Christmas in July Peppermint, chocolate, cold, eerie, joy Form: Free verse Line Count: 16 Word Count: 75 Contest: "Christmas in July Poetry Contest" |
| "It is a rememberable weekend. Just look at this scene. Rows of corn at your fingertips as we're driving by," Peppy said as he drove the car. Suddenly a large deer stepped out onto the middle of the road. Peppy only had seconds to act fast. Molly closed her eyes and shouted, "Watch out!" The deer moved too slowly as the car steered out of control and hit the deer on its side damaging the bumper and top. Though the deer survived it didn't get up and Peppy and Molly were trapped by the airbags. The car came to a halt. "Now we need to call the police and have this car totaled. Molly are you alright? Maybe I should call for the ambulance as well. I won't forget about this weekend," Peppy said. "My legs. I don't think I can get out on my own," Molly groaned and reached up to touch her face. "911 This is Peppy. We are located on Route 66. Molly and I were cruising cornfields and a deer ran right in front of us. We need an ambulance and a tow truck. Yes. Report this in. Thank you. Good bye," Peppy said. Prompt: It is a memorable weekend. Word Count: 198 Contest: "Invalid Item" |
| The moment I have a few minutes to myself I have to just take it. One breath at a time. In and out. Take it easy and clear my mind. It's important to say a word of prayer in silence. To God. Be still and feel His presence. To be at peace is all I ask for. Allah! I say and I be silent. My mind drifts with the things I have to do for my family. All I want is a few moments of peace so that I can focus on prayer. Isn't that too hard to ask for? Alone, by myself, I am capable of it. But then things don't get done. Will there ever be true peace? Breathe in and out. In and out. I love it when I get a moment of peace. All is still. At least until I get called. But until then, I can say that I have peace. Brilliant. Prompt: Peace Word Count: 157 Contest: "Invalid Item" |
| "Look at my glasses- don't they look tasty? I can't help but to want to eat my glasses," Racheal said holding up two glazed donuts to her face. "They look wonderful my dear. Careful not to drop them on the floor. The honey badger might get them. Speaking of, I have two donuts as well that I could put over my face. Now we are twins," Stephanie said holding hers up. "Now to show mommy and daddy. They would love to see my glasses. Yours too. We could show off our glasses together." "Not if I beat you to them first. I dare you to eat half of your glasses. They would fit better." "No they won't. I want to show to my parents whole. It's either a hole or nothing." "Watch this. It's half and half." Stephanie began taking big bites out of her donuts until each one of them was in a semi circle. Racheal watched in dismay as her hole or nothing theory was crushed. Things were not going as planned after all. Quickly, she ran as fast as she could so she could beat her sibling to her parents. Her stomach growled and she thought about eating her glasses. Not yet though, she felt determined to make it. The donut was one big hole after all in her eyes. "Mommy, look at the glasses I'm wearing. Aren't they pretty?" Racheal called out as soon as she reached her mother. "Looks like they are adorable. They just need to be filled so you could see," her mother said. Racheal thought for a moment on what that could mean and then gobbled up both donuts. "Oh dear, now you need a replacement. That's not the kind of filling I was referring to." Filled to the brim, Racheal asked, "Then what kind of filling were you talking about?" "These donuts have it. Stuffed with cream filling. You'll see better with these donuts on your eyes and they're a lot tastier too. Try them on. Cherry or blueberry. Or you can have both." "I would like both. Different colors results in different experience. They make way better glasses than my original ones plus they are filled! Thank you." "Okay I'm here. Hey, where did you get those glasses? Those are way cooler than these. May I have one too?" Stephanie asked as she came around the corner. Racheal knew she loved the cream filled donuts just as much as she did. Donuts that won't be scattered in the yard afterwards. Prompt: Donut girl picture Word Count: 420 Contest: "The Humorous Short Story Contest" |
| Jack sat down by the well as Jill went to fetch the pail to fill up with water. He twiddled his thumbs and pondered over the scene as he waited for her to come back. The sun lingered in the air above and didn't give any relief to the warming day. Sweat poured down his face as he waited and he waited. Soon she came back and he stood to put the pail into the well for a pail of water. This was no job to go goofing around on but to do it as quickly as possible. Not a single word to be spoken. That was part of the competition. Falling down the hill would automatically disqualify them as well. Jack heaved the bucket of water and watched Jill go down the hill. Then he started following after her. One slip and it would be all over for him. He held his breath and slowly made his way down the hill. One foot in front of the other. He wasn't going to break his crown this time, not now. Not after what happened last time. Slowly, he walked with his feet gripping the ground like toothbrushes does to the teeth. Not very well. The water splat right into his face just as he made it to the bottom of the hill. She waited for him and took the bucket of water without saying another word. He needed the help, badly. Then he fell. At least he didn't fall down the hill and got disqualified. But the pain arose. His crown was hurting badly again. Maybe he wasn't up for this challenge after all. He got up anyway and started limping. Everyone knew his story. As Jill waited for him to come up beside him there was a challenger coming up to the finish line as well with the bucket of water. They were not going to finish in first place. Then she saw Jack limping and cheered him on to hurry over as fast as he could. They were almost done. The other challenger needed their partner to come on over to finish the race. Jack came slowly but surely. They won! No prompt, no dialogue. Word Count: 363 Contest: "Invalid Item" |
| "Look Sandy- there is a strange critter peeking out of the hole. Its claws are just right for digging holes in the ground." "Oh Mackenzie. I don't see it. I don't see my cucumber hill either. Something must have dug a hole in the place of my cucumber hill. By the way is the critter adorable?" "Adorable? A garden digger and you are asking if it's adorable? I don't know what to say to that. It does have an adorable face I'll give that much right now." "I can bet it must be a mole if it's adorable. Otherwise it could be a rodent." "I guess it is adorable. But were you saying something about a hole where your cucumber hill is? Then this mole needs a new home. Oh no, it disappeared through the hole it was peeking out of." "Oh now I see it! It is a mole indeed! Poor thing needs a new home. We can't have moles digging up holes in the garden. What a mess they do make. It's not safe for the mower either to have holes in the ground." "Right we need to catch that mole and find it a new home. It might even have a family with it. So best to tell mommy." "Mommy won't be home until around noon and the mole will disappear then. Why don't we call ourselves?" "I don't know the number and I can't read the phone book. It's too risky. For now we can watch this adorable mole poke itself out of the hole until mommy comes home." "Aww okay. Be that way. I can barely read myself let alone dial any numbers. I'll wait for mommy to come home then." "That settles it." Prompt: Picture of mole, E rated, children genre Word Count: 290 Contest: "Writing 4 Kids" |
Some  and  ,To mix with   And  up.Sprinkle some salt and Pepper for flavor. Tiny Touch of magic spell. Eat up while on a Diet. One small plate full of Delicious balance. Prompt: Food for independence day in Senyru form Contest: "Word Chef Master Contest-Season 2" No picture taken yet. |
| Lovely Cuddly Adorable Entertaining Pets are wonderful To have around Furry Feathery Scaley Shelly Pets comes in All sorts of forms Found in wild At the store In the shelter Roaming around They come to you Play with you Nap with you Cry with you Prompt: Pets are Wonderful Month Line Count: 20 Word Count: 35 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" |
| Held down by a bag weighted from The palm tree bends Off the coast oh so sunny bright It lights and trends Dark and stormy all night all day When will it go Pass away to the beach sunny A bunny boat Rainy all day in the jungle Frogs croak and jump In the midst of a good book A hook gets bumped Prompt: picture Form: Four-line stanzas. Eight syllables in the first and third lines. Four syllables in the second and fourth lines, which both end rhyme. The final word of line three rhymes with the middle of line four. https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/dechnad-cummaisc-poetic-forms Line Count: 12 Contest: "The Random Poetry Contest" |
| An Irish girl set out Leprechaun Leo watched A golbow was missing And a rainbow was the key Suddenly it poured And a rainbow appeared The girl grew curious And reached out her hand A map appeared with a feathain The girl took it and saw Her own bedroom Leprechaun Leo frowned and pondered Over the hill Through the park Down to her house she went Then she entered her bedroom With wonder she saw the golbow Leprechaun Leo popped in uninvited Wearing green she was immune And traded a gold pin for the golbow Created words: golbow- noun Contraction of gold and rainbow Definition- a gem made up of the same essence as rainbows Leprechaun Leo collects golbows in his pot of gold. feathain- noun Contraction of feather and fountain Definition- a pen that flows neverending The feathain doesn't dry out. Prompt: leprechaun Word Count: 95 Contest: "NEOLOGY Writing CONTEST-CLOSED" |
| During high school years There was a level of quizzing to reach I dreamed of the second level Hard to attain First year came I did well But didn't make it To the second level Second year came I did better But didn't make it To the second level Third year came And yet again I did better But didn't make it Fourth year came I did excellent And made it On my last chance Prompt: Dream that came true Word count: 80 Line count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" 3rd place! |
| On a tree was a bird Flocks of feathers rose It never spoke a word Instead put up quite a pose On a tree was a leaf So bright and so green It cared about beef And dreamed of Lima beans Prompt: Any as long as it has meter and rhyme Line Count: 8 Contest: "Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest " |
| Sylvia set her pencil down on the desk. Not Again. This lecture had nothing to do with the topic of the class and she had read the chapter too. She felt it unfair and that she needed some guidance. Maybe she could take an independent course and switch teachers. A teacher who didn't show respect to the class wasn't good enough for her. She came to learn. Once she got home she planned on asking her father for help. He always understood her and would know what to do. "Good afternoon. He did it again. I want to drop out of his class. Could you set me up for an independent study or something? I want to change teachers," Sylvia asked her father when she arrived home. "Certainly. Who would that be mind if I ask?" Davis replied. "Mr. Bob of course. He teaches my Spanish History class. I want to take that same class with a different teacher through independent study. One who has more respect." "Let's go to your school right now and see if we can get that changed. Mr. Bob should be reported in as fast as possible." "Thank you daddy. You're the best I could ever have. I know learning is great but not when the lectures are off topic every single day." "What would be even better is if you form some group to study with others after school. Or during study time." "That sounds like a great idea to go for. I might remember better in a group." "That a girl." Back at the school Sylvia reported the teacher in and then switched teachers to an independent study term. Then she thought of telling her best friend Lacie about it since they were in the same classroom. Lacie went on to invite Nick and Eric to form a study group. The four of them decided to meet after school in the library to study. "Independent study group? We should go for that as well. It's not like we'll learn anything from the teacher anyway," Sylvia heard Nicole whispering to Andy. "That's a great idea. I think we could start our own study group right here and now. I'll fail the class if I depend on his lectures any further. It's time that we start doing something different," Andy said back to Nicole. "Sylvia had the perfect idea to start this independent study in the first place. Why didn't she tell us all about it? Why keep it a secret?" "That I don't know. But looks like there's a study group right now." Sylvia didn't know what to say about it at first. She was tired of the nonsense and knew his lectures meant nothing. The history of Spanish meant something though. It originated in Spain and traveled globally. Latin is its foundation. She wanted to learn more about it and her independent study was helping. She didn't want to go back to Mr. Bob again. The others still needed to go back. She got excused. Now she needed to see Miss Fork who already spoke sense and helped her get caught up to date. She felt proud of her new teacher. By Saturday she heard even more talk about her spreading around about how she switched to independent study and the others were planning on following suit. Caught off guard, a ball hit her in the face. It landed carefreely in her hands. A football and its impact stung her quite a bit. Then she laughed and found the ones playing with the football. "Got to be careful on where you throw the football. I'm not a good thrower," Sylvia warned before tossing it over. The boy caught it. "Sorry." Sunday came with a breeze. Soon Sylvia felt like she had eyes on her everywhere she went. How did the students get to recognize her? It had only been a short while since she had started her independent study with her new teacher. Then she ran into her best friend and classmates and together decided to have ice cream. Mint flavored was her favorite but then could also pick bubblegum. Or both she thought. Then she decided on double and picked out both flavors in a cup. "I heard that the other classmates are thinking of doing the same thing you did. So you're excused from showing up to class tomorrow and will be going with a brand new teacher this week instead. I'm so jealous of you," Lacie said. "Well you can do it too. I don't have to be the only one to do it," Sylvia said with a smile. Then Nick and Eric smiled as well. "Maybe we can borrow that idea. We're looking forward to dropping out of that class as well. He is just wasting our time on topics that don't have any sense or relation to the history of Spanish. He should be replaced with a different teacher instead. How many years have he been teaching?" Nick asked. "I can answer you that question. He hasn't been here very long at all. This is his first year here, but I have heard not his first year of teaching. He had taught before at different schools. I heard he got fired from them each time," a new voice said from behind and Sylvia turned to see a new classmate she couldn't recall the girl's name of. "I'm Selina by the way and I've seen you in the classroom too. What a daring move you've made and I've found my own study group too since I heard what you did. There's no way I can pass the class attending. Thank you for the inspiration." "You're welcome. I won't speak of everything but good luck with your independent study," Sylvia said. Monday came and she geared up for her independent study time. Sylvia wondered how the others were doing but she was done with nonsense lectures. Now she was under the guidance of a different teacher. What a relief it felt to be back on track to the textbook. 15 minutes into her study she heard noise and looked up to see the entire class coming through. They were gathering into study groups and Lacie, Nick, and Eric came over to sit down where she was at. It didn't take long for her to guess what happened during class and why. "You won't believe what he started talking about this time. Amphibians and matches. It was just nonsense. Well, time to get to studying. We got a ton of work to get through. Hey you have a head start. Joking you can keep on going," Lacie said. "You got it partner. It comes to me at no surprise that something like this would happen," Sylvia said. "Shocking, really. Just kidding. But an entire class? That's gotta be saying something," Nick said. Prompt: Disrespectful teacher. Word Count: 1140 Contest: "Not Just Another Brick In The Wall" |
| It's the time of the year To write to a good old friend The old fashioned way By a tip of a pen and paper What to say is hard to tell Many things happened during the year Storms caused chaos And vacations happened Best of all were the gifts of love That poured through the way Pen and paper Write to a friend Find some stickers Decorate the letter A lasting impression to be made And more Friends sticks together No matter how far away we are Write a letter to stay connected Is the best gift of love Prompt: Write a Friend Month Line Count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" 1st place! |
| Glowing brightly A tree cast no shadow Looks down on the grass And whispers in wonder Where is my shadow I glow brightly And see you cast a shadow All I see from me is light The grass then whispered Amongst each other To decide what to reply And decided on what to say Your glow is your shadow It gives us our shadow Without it we can't cast one We rely on you Pleased with the answer The tree burst in tears Realizing glowing matters Giving sparkling gems Prompt: Any Line Count: 20 Contest: "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" |
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