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Here Lies Billie Snorplebee

Weekly Contest #295

In the wobbly, toe-the-line town of Marchalong Bay—where the cobblestones never sat still and the weather had a habit of hiccuping—the mail sang show tunes, and the hedges recited Shakespeare, lollipop limericks, and soup sonnets in perfect iambic pentameter. There was a parade for nearly everything. Processions bobbled through town on stilts and unicycles, with juggling monkeys, bubble-blowing tubas, and jellybean vapor that hovered midair, smelling faintly of birthday cake.But today was different.Today, the townsfolk gathered in black and ...

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The Jinxing Hour: Teddy's Version

Weekly Contest #294

It started with an Eggo waffle.A perfect toaster waffle. Golden, crisp, flawless.The last frozen Eggo in the box, rescued from the depths of an icy, neglected freezer drawer—beneath the abandoned bag of tater tots and the mystery Tupperware no one dared open.A syrupy masterpiece, steaming on a silver platter—aka a well-worn, plastic Toy Story plate. Buzz and Woody—barely visible now—scraped thin by years of utensil scratches and dishwasher cycles.Across the table, Annie and Grace readied for battle.Twin tornadoes in glitter scrunchies.Forks ...

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The Gloryship of Gerguloid

Weekly Contest #293

“Attention, crew! This is your Supreme Commander, Gerguloid, speaking! Welcome aboard The Gloryship—the finest, time-bending spaceplane in all the universes! We prepare for take-off. Let us soar like cosmic warriors! We shall plunder and pillage!”A hand rose. “Sir, uh, we’re just scientists looking for a rare crystal.”The commander exhaled, his eye twitching furiously. “Fine.” He waved a hand. “No plundering or pillaging today. But we WILL rise victorious! And no more interruptions!” His veins bulged dangerously.Gerguloid’s voice boomed as h...

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The Lost Colors of The Dustlight

Weekly Contest #292

I have always lived in black-and-white. They drained the color long ago—wrung it from the sky, scraped it from the walls, pulled it from the sunrise, until no one remembered that the world had ever been anything else. I had never seen it. Not really. Color existed only in whispers, a rumor passed from old lips to young ears, a fading memory dimming with each generation. A bedtime story our grandparents told before they, too, forgot what red felt like. What blue did to the spirit. The Bureau called it protection. Color was distraction. Disord...

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The Last Member of Pifflewick

Weekly Contest #291

Graybury Pink strutted through the golden gates of Pifflewick Country Club, doing his best to exude a spirit of casual indifference—though inside, his nerves were tap-dancing in top hats. After months of strategic elbow-rubbing and a hefty fee of fifty thousand piffles, his long-awaited Champagne Welcome had finally arrived. “Ah, Mr. Pink! Welcome—only the finest for you! A glass of our renowned Champagne Royale, harvested from the sun-kissed hills of Piffle Valley, where each grape is personally whispered to by a sommelier before it’s press...

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Out of Bounds

Weekly Contest #290

The first thing they told me before I crossed the border was not to get attached.Not to the people, not to the streets. Not to anything on the other side of the barrier. Approach with caution.“You’re an observer,” Professor Barrow said. “You are here to study, to report. Not to interact.”I nodded like I understood.But I didn’t.-The train ride down from Division A to Division G takes exactly three hours and twenty two minutes. The smog sweeps in and the temperature drops by ten degrees. The skyline shrinks to flat, colorless buildings with so...

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The Night We Killed Kyle: Heartbreak Edition

Winner of Weekly Contest #290 🏆

Kyle had a few good days before we found out he was a no-good, lying, cheating, sack of you-know-what. “Twelve days,” Mei cried, sprawled on my bedroom carpet like a collapsed Jenga tower. “Right before our two-week anniversary.” Zoe handed her a yellow pre-strawed Capri Sun, but Mei swatted it away. She was in mourning. “He told me I was special,” she wailed. “He gave me thaaat.” Without even looking up, she pointed to the mood ring on top of her peach JanSport backpack—suede bottom, obviously—an iconic middle school status symbol. The ring...

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A Perfect Day in Zog

Weekly Contest #288

“Good morning, citizens! It’s another perfect day in our lovely city of Zog!”“That’s right, Brentley! Make sure you’ve got your Zoggles on, because today’s forecast is… exactly like yesterday’s! Seventy degrees, light breeze, and of course—”“Our usual…”“Perfect blue skies!”“If you’re in need of Zoggles, visit our officially certified provider of pre-approved UV protection—ZogVisor, the only name in optically optimized eye wear…”The cheerful voices of the Zog News Network boomed through every spotless street, playing from polished, sun-powere...

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The Weight of a Cup

Weekly Contest #287

The tea is hot. She warned me several times already.“Blow on it first.”She leans in, lips pursed, puffing air across the surface.Steam rises toward my face as I lift the mug, my small, sticky fingers barely wrapping around the ceramic. The cup is heavy, teetering in my hands.I take a sip.The liquid stings my tongue. Bitter. Terrible. Nothing like chocolate milk or lemonade.I insisted on trying it. I wanted to be like the grown-ups.I frown. I push the mug away, making a face.My mother laughs. “I told you tea is not for little ones.”She prepar...

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The Last Week of August

Weekly Contest #287

The summer everyone left, I stayed.Julie—also known as juliebearxo416@aol.com—sent emails from a cramped internet café in Rome.“Italian boys are sooo hot. And gelato is better than any ice cream at home. Wish you were here. Hugs and kisses.”I was so not there.And Danny was off the grid in Asia, riding elephants and hiking ancient temples. Achieving full spiritual enlightenment before high school even started. Promising postcards that never came.And I was at Alonzo’s Cafe, proving my work ethic to my dad, also known as The Grand Dictator of T...

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