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Weekly Contest #350
“Mooom, someone stole my chocolate egg!” my younger brother Mike yelled, looking desperately at his basket of candies. “Stop yelling and pick another one. You have a basket full of candies,” my older sister Ava said, annoyed. She reacts with annoyance to almost everything. My mom says it’s because she is in puberty, but I don’t know what that means. “But I want the missing one,” Mike objected, and he started crying. “Sweetheart, we will find your egg later, okay? I have to meet Aunt Judy now, but when I return, I will help you find it,” my m...
Today is April 31, 2096, also known as Body Swap Day. Every year on April 31, people can participate in a huge event to swap bodies with someone else. They basically transfer your mind into another body, and your body becomes a vessel for this person’s mind. That way, you can experience a new body and try something different. I always thought this event was stupid and didn’t want to join, but now I have to. It's been five years since I was infected with the Vampire virus. From the name, you can probably guess what this virus does: it makes ...
“Who is it?” I turned around, startled, because someone was touching my shoulder, but I didn’t see anyone. I was home alone, or at least I thought so. I was nervously scanning my room, but I didn’t see anything suspicious at all. “Alice, is that you?” I asked, but there was no answer. Alice was my roommate, and she pranked me all the time. Like when she taped a life-sized photo of our old grumpy neighbor to the window of my room or when she glued googly eyes and a mini microphone on my cactus, and the cactus started talking to me in t...
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