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Submitted to Contest #337
CANINE COGNITIVE DATA EXTRACTION 6/3/2XXX SUBJECT: “BEETLE” Today must be such a special day, indeed! Surely my tail will pop off my rear from all of the excitement. But that’s alright—because I get to go out with my person today! Usually us canines have to stay at home every day while the people go on bye-byes and carry on with their mysterious doings. Oh, it’s such a terrible thing to endure; the stillness in the home without Jess. She’s all I can think about when she’s gone. I don’t understand why I can’t go with her. I try to snooze the ...
Submitted to Contest #207
“Marlon!” Kiki cried. “I need you to chop those onions faster!” Kiki craned her neck around from washing her assortment of vegetables to see her older brother adjusting the strap on his chef’s hat. He flashed a thumbs-up without looking up from his task. “Yes, ma’am!” He began rapidly hacking at the white orbs with a knife only he and Kiki could see with their imaginations. Even though he was old enough to handle a real knife, Kiki knew he wouldn’t destroy her little plastic ingredients that could cook an infinite amount of whatever yum...
Submitted to Contest #147
Cass was right. I didn’t deserve any of this. The endless amounts of praise and pats on the back. All of the fluttering lights and confetti-stuffed balloons. My name being advertised all over Thistle Park High’s beige, concrete walls. The polished mahogany stage, patiently waiting for me to walk up and accept my ten-thousand-dollar scholarship. And yet there I was, sitting in a dressing room backstage; about to rob hundreds of artists who are far more deserving than me. I’ve been entering the Southwest Community’s Upcoming Artist schol...
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