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Write about a clique that dominates your story’s social scene.

Posted in Middle School on Oct 26, 2022

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✍️ 17 stories

The Hallowed Ground

Winner of Contest #114 🏆

“Karl told me about a playgroup in Maraetai. Why don’t you take her there?” My partner stares at me in the bathroom mirror.I look away, the unspoken words prickling. “They’re not really my cup of tea.”The baby stirs, sucking on her hand. She’ll need feeding soon.“How do you know? You’ve never been.”I watch my partner shaving, each pass exposing fresh, pink skin in a sea of white, and a stab of jealousy twists in my stomach.“They’re for older children,” I say, pulling my dressing gown across my chest. “Not for little babies.”“Think about it. ...

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The Bake Sale

Shortlisted for Contest #114 ⭐️

  I meant well when I invited Melanie to our church’s Ladies’ Social Group. She and her husband Paul had moved in next door to us. He sold insurance which involved lots of travel. She worked online from home. Small-town rural life was alien to her, as she confided to me over the fence one day, and she was lonely.    “It’s not that people are unfriendly,” she said to me when I invited her for coffee. “It’s just that the conversations feel like an interrogation. How long have we been married? Do we have children? ...

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Queen Slaying

Shortlisted for Contest #114 ⭐️

We squeeze our besties’ hands together to form…A circle. A group. A gang.A hive. Radiate love like heat from a lightbulb. Our eyes laughing ‘I love you. Stay with me, forever. You make me feel like I could do anything. I couldn’t do anything without you. Never leave. Please don’t ever leave me,’ and…‘Judas is going down; this will be actually hilarious.’Carly Morgan has betrayed us by taking a man who was not hers. As such, she will be sentenced, here, tonight, in front of everyone. The battle cry, some boy from Wickmoore mourns on stage. Ye...

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Perfect Girl.

Submitted to Contest #114

My mother always told me: behind every strong man is an even stronger woman. Sarah’s alarm always went off at six am. She particularly struggled with Mondays, and this one was no exception. Dragging her feet across the carpeted floor, her memory of her home was proficient enough to navigate with her eyes closed, only opening them when she felt cold smooth tiles.  Cracking her eyes open, she was greeted by a familiar mess of thick brown hair. Lovey knots bunched in several directions, courtesy of tossing and turning in bed. She set...

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Clique Here

Submitted to Contest #114

           Every high school has its cliques, from the social elite, down to the unknown geeks. At Harrisburg High, it can be broken down into the following categories…            At the top of the food chain are jocks and the cheerleaders. They have the looks, the physical talents, and the popularity. Although, the popularity of a few comes from their promiscuous behaviour off the field or court.      &nbs...

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In defence of Miss Grey.

Submitted to Contest #114

20th August 2021. Mrs Black hates Miss Grey. Everyone in the school knows about it. It’s really dramatic in Geography when Mrs Black comes in to borrow something, like she did today. Mrs Black walked into our class and asked to borrow the stack of whiteboards. Miss Grey said no, she needed them. Mrs Black said they were for ‘for the department’. Miss Grey said she needed them for us in 10 minutes. Mrs Black can’t have heard her because she started to pick them up and take them away, saying they were for the senior classes and that trumped ...

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A Peek from the Experience Age

Submitted to Contest #114

We have moved on from the Information Age and are now in the Experience Age, where what one does not feel or share does not count. Therefore, I share the glimpse of my thoughts on why we are yet to appreciate fully, a great Kenyan who not so long ago lived among us; how much the passage of time can make us reflect and understand what was not obvious just a few years ago. It is a Tuesday morning, and I have to attend a meeting in Thika. With only 50 minutes to go, I get into my car in Kilimani and race towards Thika road. I encounter a huge...

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A Fly on the Wall

Submitted to Contest #114

Old friends. When I hear someone use this expression, I imagine age - old relationships, familiarity, and love. I imagine it’s when your oldest and dearest can finish your sentences or when your oldest and dearest intimately know the details of your life, and you theirs. It’s when you don’t have to speak, and they know what you’re thinking. It’s when you can laugh about experiences shared together and no one else in the room knows why you’re laughing. It’s like the private language of twins. It’s feeling secure and safe in the relationship, ...

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The Spring of the First Roo

Submitted to Contest #114

The slip of the door is the signal, that's when she opens her eyes. The others have been up for a while now so it's not like she hasn't been awake, she just hasn't indicated so. No movement, no looking about. As still as if she was sleeping through it all. Not until she hears the others rustle through the door does she blink and look around. She'll be the last one out, like always, no need to rush into the day.  Lucy jumps down from her roost, the corner topmost spot, and stops by the waterer for a drink. She stretches her wings back a...

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Pitbully

Submitted to Contest #114

The pure breeds dominated the side of the schoolyard the bleachers were on. On the top of the stack of six long benches, a large Pitbull terrier sat with his buddies. Fat Freddy, a Bassett hound, said to the pit, “Hey Conan, get a loada the new pup? He’s so mutt I’m gonna call him Heinz…hiyuck hiyuck!”  Frenchie La Pooch, a black French Bulldog, elbowed Fat Freddy in his jiggling girth and said, “That’s such an old one dude! Give it up.”  They looked over at Conan because he remained silent, which was so...

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Moving Forward

Submitted to Contest #114

“Yeah, well that’s fine then, but Myrtle's gone through the change, ain’t she?” said Gary, swiveling his ponderous abdominal sections around with his prolegs in a series of surprisingly graceful little steps, until he could continue his feeding holes.  They were new and he was inordinately proud of them. “I miss old Myrtle,” grumbled Geoffrey, bobbing his tentacles in a way that Gary knew meant he was displeased. “S’not like she had a choice,” Gary managed, around a thick wad of partially masticated milkweed.  “It’s the only way,...

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Cool Gang

Submitted to Contest #114

It began when I was about five years of age. I think it was five, well close enough. I was at pre-primary school and the teacher was choosing students for the end of year play, the nativity scene where Mary and Joseph were riding into Bethlehem on a donkey and then having baby Jesus in the manger. “Johnny would you like to play the part of Joseph?” the teacher asked. “Oh yes I would” he answered really excited. (Always excited and super enthusiastic!) “Let me see who I can choose to be Mary” said Miss Johnstone scanning the mass of raised ar...

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Defiance

Submitted to Contest #114

Their fists rained down on him like maelstrom hail. The feet came next, hardened by rubber soles and just as painful. They whooped and hollered as they beat the boy on the green grass, letting out savage cries of ecstasy and fulfillment. Georgie covered himself as best he could, curling into a ball as tight as his frail body would let him. He covered his ears and shut his eyes, trying to shut out the savages. A toe caught him in the teeth, and he felt a few of them crack. Another one landed square on his nose, almost breaking that too. Throu...

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Girls Like Gravity

Submitted to Contest #114

Ophelia Waine was like gravity, like a sun with a planetary system surrounding her. Jessalyn was just one of them. The Pluto to Cherrie’s Venus and Lucy’s Earth. She thought the world of the three older girls. At fourteen, she was the youngest, and the only freshman privy to Ophelia's personal circle. The four girls attended Guerin Academy together, a tall, imposing sort of building. Settled at the very outskirts of the county of Granite Falls, Minnesota, an hour’s drive from the town of seven hundred people and three hours from the city...

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THE DISAPPEARED GIRL

Submitted to Contest #114

THE DISAPPEARED GIRL Alice B., a twenty years old girl, who studied foreign  languages and literatures at the university, had disappeared from Turin, the city to which she had moved for about a year  to study at the university. It had been a month since she disappeared. Her parents, who lived in Catanzaro, her brothers who had moved to Germany for work, and also her university friends had kept on looking for her. They often appeared in television broadcasts, where they talked a...

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