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Christine Hungerford

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But What About Me?

The thirteen year old was sitting behind his father in the backseat of their car. The trunk was stuffed with taped, labeled boxes, their old house’s stuff all ready to be unpacked in the new home. A cool city, his dad elaborated, is where we’ll be—your mother and I will work in office buildings—the best part of my new job!—and you can play soccer and field hockey with your new friends on the fields behind your new middle school!                    ...

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What's Up

The woman, newly arrived in town, was watching them like a hawk, her crystal blue eyes locked on them four. These women, sitting in the coffee shop, all looked at Joyce, crinkled eyebrows and firm frowns of unsatisfied curiosity radiating around the ugly wooden table. But Joyce studied the woman’s weird clothes. Then she smirked, looking away.                                 &nbs...

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The Locked Door

She needed to sell the antiques her mother has been asking of her over and over and over again. Where? She thought of eBay, but she wasn’t sure whether she would be able to do so with her limited knowledge of the financial world. Her father told her to sell those items of hers (collectibles from the 90’s) in her closet that has collected dust and mothballs forever. Such valuables shouldn’t be collecting dust and moth like Gold shouldn’t waste her time by procrastinating on selling her decades-old collectibles. She should be doing as told—som...

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Wierd

Hey Mom and Dad!                                                I should be in the animal hospital, but I’m in the ski lodge. Everyone’s gone to bed already—like they’ve done every skiing year since ninth grade. They make plans with each other, and I just…go. I guess. They’re always together. It’s like four. An...

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Not So Refreshing

I stood there at the mall, and watched the cat pour tea—whether it was for someone else or itself, I didn’t know. It was like those animal movies and books—the cat stood upright on two paws like a human. But little does anyone know that animals—especially this cat—make tea. Especially in a shop. Though it is a mall shop, with a huge glaring neon red name of Tea 4 U like in those night clubs or bars, it is still run by a cat. A cat with a velvet bowtie.              The more I watche...

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I Just...Do

“I just have a gut feeling about this plan, sir.” The soldier stood before his superior in the officer’s huge tent. “I don’t know how to explain it.” The soldier had had this gut feeling ever since he was enlisted in the Army. But he swore to himself he’d never expose it. But, now, it felt needed. The older man scoffed. “Explain what? That you can’t even go through with something without ever thinking about it first? How about you rely on your sharp wit instead of always just going by your gut!” “I know we’ll win. Just give me a chance. I ca...

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A State of Mind

“Hey guys!”                     The cheerful woman walked gaily to the empty pulled-up chair. She sat right down, her wide grin opening into a stream of consciousness. Everyone around this log cabin lodge’s round wooden table wore pursed smiles. When she finally stopped and looked around her, the woman crinkled her brows and asked with confusion, “Why doesn’t anyone like my story?”     “Because you’re rambling.” Hawthorne h...

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We Need to Do Something!

I stared all around me, amazed at all our house’s still clocks after I commanded all time to stop so I could finish my short story due just minutes from now. I crept into the kitchen— the steam from the pot was still. Tilting my head, I reached out, feeling it. Weird. I studied the clocks, but nothing happened. I turned the right-hand right, but nothing would change. If I changed the left hand left, time would still be stopped. I don’t know whether I did anything. Is this some kind of trap? Am I in the twilight ...

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Who Am I?

Damon and Shamrock have a deep relationship with each other, but he’s had to realize that bitterness had consequences. He needed to let go of the past. He needed to find himself. Spiritually.You see, he wanted to avenge Matt for his betrayal. But does Damon learn that the vengeance tactic that is the Hershey Chocolate wrapper wrapped around laxatives with which to embarrass Matt—since he’s so gullible—didn’t satiate such an appetite?Also, Shamrock was treated poorly because Damon was too selfish to fix the problem himself. But Shamrock didn’...

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Mistakes Happen

The theatre kid smirked down at the seventeen middle schoolers. After the teacher walked up to and ordered him to quit harassing these poor preteens, he just flicked his eyebrows up and down and shrugged as some of the kids pointed out that it wasn’t fair for him to act with such arrogance—he was here to tell them about speechwriting. The teacher had thought of inviting him to do so. Now he was blowing it. But was it haughtiness?                  &...

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Sweet Revenge

Puzzled, I had taken the brown box with an assumedly addressed label on it, retreating into the house. Scrunching my brows, I frowned at it. This isn’t for me. I didn’t order anything. I thought hard about the person who had ordered and then widened my eyes. Natasha—                                             And here I...

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Everyone--Gratitude Please!

“Good morning, everyone!”                  He walked through the stone-grey and beige office. Cubicles were like little worlds on a planet. The Office Planet.  The Planet from Hell. He walked to his own computer amidst others’ chairs pushed out in all directions.You see, Bert’s been working here at Waggs Foundation—a company helping people understand how to complete everyday needs like checking emails, making phone calls and mail, sending lett...

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El Chico

We sat in the movie theatre, ready to relive the old days of yore. While the commercials aired, I talked to my friend.   Remember this Western film, about El Chico and El Rancho? I loved it as a kid!Yeah. My childhood best friend and I would watch it every weekend.           We snuggled down in our seats, popcorn’s buttery flavor filling our noses. Our mouths watered. Tears came to our eyes. What memories!           &n...

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Stay or Go

Dear Brother,                   I’m writing this message to you, dearest Brother, because I am alone in this silent house by the sea. I have a beautiful family of 12 children and a husband with arms open wide to give me bear hugs every night when he comes home from work. However, my life has cookie-crumbled into stress lately. I have come here to this silent summer home of ours to escape the endless misery of three six-year-olds spreading peanut butter ...

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I Did It!

12 September 2030            Today’s the day I change. Today’s the day I finally crank out the rest of that long-awaited Master’s Thesis I need to submit before next week. Besides, I’m just a few hundred or so paragraphs away from handing it into the professor, who will congratulate me before I receive my Master’s degree in Psychology. I worked as a therapist back in the day. That was, like, four hundred years ago, I have an amazing memory—an unequivocal asset to my future job as a Trave...

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