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Weekly Contest #299
THE CLASS FROM HELL By Joan Kydd Let it be known: I would rather set my hair on fire than have to sew anything ever. Back in the pre-tech Stone Age when I began the seventh grade, incoming students had to take what were euphemistically called industrial arts classes. For girls, this meant home economics: cooking and sewing. The teachers told us in their annoyingly chirpy voices that sounded like fingers scratching blackboards back when they had blackboards that it was to train us to be happy, efficient homemakers. It was 1960.No one knew...
EMAILS TO GOD By Joan Kydd Email #1 FROM: Cody TO: God Almighty SUBJECT: A Question Hey God Almighty- Hi! It’s me.Cody. What I want to know is if you’re any better than Santa Claus. Mom says you see everything, and know everything. Just like Santa. Like the song says - he knows when I’m sleeping and when I’m awake, and if I’ve been naughty or nice and good or bad. I’m not sure what the difference is between naughty and bad…or nice and good. But I guess Santa does. Anyway, I have to be real careful not to cry or pout because those ar...
Weekly Contest #277
(1,705 words) THE MIRROR’S TALE Long ago, I was created by a witch who was bargaining for a reduced prison sentence. King Walter White had decreed that no witch in the Kingdom was permitted to cast a spell turning any member of the royal family into an animal. Only commoners could be treated like that. But the silly old creature went and turned a cousin of his into a frog. Thus it was that--young and innocent, not very savvy about the ways of the world, and a bit overly proud of my magic power--I found myself hanging on King Walter’s royal...
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