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KENNEDY PLANT

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Umbrella's Coated In Tears

Weekly Contest #95

I coughed and choked on my words. My eyes were red and sore from all of the tears rolling down my cheeks.  I had failed. Again.  Another day where I was not able to speak up about my feelings.  I cry silently so that my family doesn’t hear. They don’t need to worry about me. It will be better in a couple of days. At least, I hope.  I walk across my tiny room, to my desk. Where the tissue box lays. I grab one, hold it to my stuffy nose, and blow as hard as I can. My nose makes an awful noise. I pull the tissue away fro...

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The Cliche

Weekly Contest #93

My old Levi's scrunch up tightly by my thighs. They are way too small, but I haven’t been able to afford a new pair this summer. Working at the “Buck's Burger and Fries” hasn’t helped me much at all.  At least I have this moment to enjoy myself.  “Hey, Justin, do you want to go on the Ferris wheel with me?” I ask, too desperately.  I grab his arm and yank on it. Hard.  “Sure, babe.” He says, laughing.  My jacket makes a crunchy sound as it hits his bare arm. I don’t understand how he isn’t freezing, but I’m not ...

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Just As Always

Weekly Contest #92

“Boo!” Said Claire, for the thousandth time today. James turned around and hit her on the head with his newspaper.  “Would you stop that? I’m trying to read.” James showed Claire the inked piece of paper, with the same date on it as always: 1951.  “After all these years, do you really need to read that again?” Claire said, grabbing the newspaper from his grasp.  “It’s the only thing to do around here anyway.” James said, with a hint of boredom in his voice.  “No! You could always play with me!” Claire screamed in his ...

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Knifes Are Sharp

Weekly Contest #85

The schools here are disturbing. Crime and gangs everywhere, and I swear these teachers did not go to the proper schooling to actually teach us. From the ages two to three I lived in a big city, but I hardly remember anything. Although, I do remember the distinct smell of hot dogs and urine in the streets. But, here I am again, at the age of thirteen, in a city. Me and my family lived in a town, not a small town, but definitely not a city. After my parents divorced, which was quite recently, around two years, we moved back here again. My pa...

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Miss Willow

Weekly Contest #83

“You are going to be my wife.”  Those were the words that could have ruined my life. They keep telling us that there is no way to get off of Triangle Island. That’s why I’ve lived here my whole life. But, if we truly couldn’t get off of it, how did we get here?  Triangle Island sits upon the North Atlantic Ocean. Our most famous tourist attraction is the famous Bermuda Triangle, but no one expect us has been able to see it, because apparently no one knows where we are.  Whenever I look out to the shining waters of the sea,...

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Frozen Yogurt After A Year

Weekly Contest #81

I am so stupid. So incredibly stupid. How could I ever fall for this? When I finally was getting over this play boy, he pops out of nowhere. Well, I guess not nowhere. I probably should have thought of the possibility that Emma would set me up with my ex.  I have been on plenty of blind dates before, and I can admit I like them. The element of surprise is fun, and I honestly think that blind dates are good for you. Let you get out there. I, myself, don’t really need to get out there though.  My mother always told me to date aroun...

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A Different Kind Of Panda

Weekly Contest #78

Abby took a deep breathe as she put the dog cibble, or whatever her crazy aunt had given her, into the bowl. She had dropped it by yesterday on the porch. And it wasn't the fact that the strange substance was wet and slimy, but the smell that irritated her so bad. How was Rocky going to give her kisses now? He couldn't. And she knew that, but didn't really want to believe it. But there was no way that his stinky breath would touch her skin anytime soon. She definitely wasn't worried about him eating it, that little rascal would eat anything....

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Songs and Space

Weekly Contest #76

"I-uh- am just really happy here." What was that? The 14th lie of the week, and it's only Wednesday. I can't even talk straight to the guidance teacher. "That's good to hear, Henry." She replies, handing me a slip of paper. "As you can see here, your grades are really super, but your citizenship is quite low." I nod, knowing this is true, but not wanting to fix it. "A really good way to fix this is to participate in class more. Raising your hand, asking or answering questions. Can you do that for me?" Oh gosh. She looks like a helpless p...

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Nothing Like Soy

Weekly Contest #66

"Can you move?¨" I say angrily. The bee’s head turns to me. Its big black, glassy eyes look confused. It turns back to the flower. I roll my eyes. "Okay, that’s it!¨" I scream. I go over to the bee and push it away. It makes a "bzzt" sound and flies away. I don't feel bad for him. He was hogging the pollen after all! I look down to my super tools belt and grab my straw. I suck the sweet liquid from the flower center. Munching on leaves and such are pretty gross. This diet has been awful, and today was my cheat day. After I'm done, I put my...

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Bill is Too Slow

Weekly Contest #65

My mother places the witch hat on my head. I made it myself, with tin foil and everything! "Bill is waiting outside. So is Kash. Be safe, and listen to Bill!" She says, but I know she is teasing. I will listen to Bill, of course. But, her voice is high pitched and she pushing me out the door. She must how restless I am. This is my first Halloween. I take a deep breath of the crisp air around me. Kash runs up to me. "A wit-sh, really?" He says, poking my hat. His voice sounds like a chipmunk. "You be a t-rex! I can be a witch!" I yell, po...

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Willow's Whistling

Weekly Contest #64

I walk up the creeky old stairs. It seems like forever since I have been here, and I'm not sure I want to go back. Murder. The word haunts me in my sleep. Of course, they are here to interview me again. Just when I was getting away from the past. The wind hollers out my name like a lost boy searching for his mother. The thing that I always feel when I come here is back. It's dark. And cold. The statues of angles don't even look close to friendly. Nothing here does."Back already?" I hear her call. She's in my dreams every night, and I shiver ...

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