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Addie Cox

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Deep, Dark Black

Weekly Contest #374

As Amanda opened her car’s hood, attempting to find the cause of the strange rattling sound, she watched the strange cloud in the sky. It was in the far distance, really just a smudge in the sky, hardly worth mentioning. But it was black. Deep, dark black. Amanda had never seen a cloud like it. It was an otherwise gorgeous day downtown: bright skies, a warm breeze, no rain. Although, calling it “downtown” was generous. None of the buildings were over two stories tall, there was always easy parking, and it had a perpetual run-down feeling. De...

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Existence Pending

Weekly Contest #349

Mark awoke to the worrying news that he no longer existed. Furthermore, he had never existed, and any trace of Mark would shortly be erased–along with his body. Mark gripped the phone between his sweaty fingers, praying that he was reading the notification incorrectly. His heart rate, the watch on his wrist informed him, was much too high. Perhaps he should try a few breathing exercises; the box breathing method was particularly popular among young adults. Mark had experienced similar heart rate spikes every time his phone made the chime tha...

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Welcome to Havenfield!

Weekly Contest #335

Welcome to Havenfield! A land with fields of sunflowers, stunning sunsets, beautiful shops, and a friendly community! Go try the sunflower hike. Or perhaps the bubblegum lavender flavor at Mrs. Tibbledee’s ice cream parlor. Maybe even take a nap in one of our famous forest mud baths! But before you venture off into a land of endless fun, there is one tiny detail I should mention. The dragon. Yes, that’s still here. Yes, it’s been ten years, and we still haven’t gotten rid of it. And, yes, the dragon does occasionally eat people, but don’t wo...

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Frazzled

Weekly Contest #332

Lexa came back to life feeling wrong. It wasn’t pain exactly (which was a relief as she’d woken up to intense pain enough times over the last few weeks to not want for more), but it wasn’t a good feeling either. Lexa had the sensation that something was just barely out of place, that her skin was a smidge too tight, that something buried inside her had gotten slightly out of alignment. Lexa worried that if she sat up, the “wrongness” would spread, so she lay on her back on her bed and hoped that Dr. Micheal would come downstairs soon and jus...

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So, You're Being Haunted!

Weekly Contest #329

So, You’re Being Haunted! Don’t worry—this isn’t the end of the rope for you! Millions of others have been affected by this. Some even say it's “World War III” or “COVID-19 Round Two” or “H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks,” which is probably the most accurate. Now, before you start hyperventilating, take a few deep breaths. Chances are, you’ve met someone who was being haunted by a ghost. But it's a lot different when it's you instead of Billy Brown, who picks his nose in class and wears those funny goggles. Before we dive in, it's important to clari...

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The Real Carnival de la Lune

Weekly Contest #327

“Step right up, step right up! The Carnival de la Lune has arrived–come tonight and see the impossible! You there, in the top hat, buy your ticket now at half price! Madam in the yellow dress? Can I interest you in a ticket to a world of wonder? Perhaps you, little lad, would be interested in our lions? Mighty beasts with–no? Not interested? Well…,” Millie, a young trapeze artist, advertised over the din of the bustling street, crowded with pedestrians, horses, and carriages. Millie had been the trapeze artist for the Carnival de la Lune for...

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Knock, Knock

Weekly Contest #326

Marigold Valley High was overshadowed by a horde of gloomy clouds. The students inside mimicked the weather and trudged along at a snail's pace, berated by tired teachers who, deep down, couldn't care less how fast the teens walked. Sammy Hastings was perhaps the only exception to the overbearing gloom, but he was used to that. He was an energetic kid, to say the least. Sammy had won class president by a landslide because of one small fact: Everyone knew him. He gave the morning announcements, cheered the loudest at every game (including the...

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Dear Jimmy, Send Fish Sticks

Dear Jimmy, Allow me to introduce myself: My name is The Monster That Lives Under Your Brother’s Bed, but feel free to call me Bedder. I am the monster that lives under little Jaxson's bed, as you may have guessed. And I’d have you know that he has made me quite angry. Upsetting a monster (a hungry monster no less) is not a very bright idea but I suppose that makes sense since he is still a child of no more than eight. However, I am a very reasonable monster (unlike my cousin, The Monster That Lives In Your Chimney, who once ate Santa for lo...

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A Witch's Guide to Necromancy

Weekly Contest #312

Most people in town wouldn’t go near Imelda Gray with a ten-foot pole–or more accurately, stake. Her tangled crow’s nest of hair, milky eyes, and persistent scent of decay didn’t help. And most importantly: She was a witch. While people in those modern, new-fangled, open-minded cities were starting to accept witches ever since burning them at the stake had been outlawed forty years ago, the citizens of Amberwood were stubbornly set in their witch-hating ways. It didn’t help that Imelda, at the young age of 17, specialized in raising the dead...

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Deja Vu

Sometimes I think that the whole thing could have been avoided if I didn’t have the almost supernatural gift to remember when I had left something behind. My Nana (who had been unpleasant in her life) had always said it was my useless 6th sense and I had always thought I was just lucky. There are a lot of things like that in my little town. Like mothers who lift cars off their babies (though some people just called that “adrenaline”) and old ladies who can tell what the weather will be tomorrow without ever looking at the weather app, like N...

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The New Neighbors

In a small town in Montana the residents of Maple Lane received a letter in their mailboxes. Every last one of them down to the crabby old man on one end (whom it was social suicide to talk to) and to Mrs. Jackson (who made the rules on what was acceptable and not acceptable in Maple Lane) on the other. Each letter was written in the same neat cursive and in the same envelope. Each letter read the same thing: Dear Neighbors, I would like to start this letter by apologizing for any broken porch lights and/or windows. Any rude or antisocial be...

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You Know the Real Story

Weekly Contest #280

“H-hello everyone. My name is Liz Landers. And goodness, there sure are a lot of you. I’ll try to make this quick but as my mama always says when I get started nothing can shut me up again.Like one time at my Granny’s I– “Okay, I see that look you're giving me ma’am. I’ll stay on track. So about five months ago I came home from my first year of college and I was broke poor. My parents said they were gonna kick me out if I didn’t start making some money and the streets didn’t sound too comfy so I went around town looking for work. “It took a ...

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Where the Dead Things Go

My name is Alisha Turner and I woke up in a good mood on a sunny morning. I pulled apart the blinds to see my weird neighbor Karson dragging my dead dog Bernie across his backyard. Unfortunately, this is not the first dead animal I've seen Karson handle. When we were ten our neighborhood had a problem with rats which mysteriously started clearing up on its own. One night I was putting some food out for Bernie when I saw Karson taking bags of deceased rats and dragging them to the shed. I guess I thought maybe it was some sort of weird servic...

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284 Days Ago

The bus driver was nervous. Bernice could tell because he was speeding more than usual and he had a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. He had the news station on his radio and he seemed to be barely paying attention to the road. He kept looking at the sky like he thought it was about to fall. It almost made Bernice laugh. He’d been that way for 67 days. Why was he still so scared? They reached the middle school where Bernice and her fellow 8th graders got off. The bus driver gave them a distracted: “Do good in school.” Before he drove off ...

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A Dash of Disaster

Recipe For Disaster Ingredients -1 Middle School (perhaps it could be called LittleBrooke Middle) -1 New Kid (who could be called Micheal) -1 Bully (possibly a kid in your class named Kaden Price who has spent the better part of 3 years trying to make your life a living nightmare) -300 Afternoons spent in a locker -3 Years -1 Negligent teacher (Mrs. Price) -1 Unhelpful Principle (Mr. Principal) -2 Best Friends -1 Dangerous Idea -1 16 oz Soda -3 Fireworks -1 Celebratory Picnic Instructions: Take the bully (Kaden) and the teacher (Mrs. Price...

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