Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Way He Loved Me

Voting #: 4060

He keeps coming closer, drawing me near. Then I smile because I can feel the warmth of his hand on the small of my back. He whispers sweet words of ruin in my ear as he kisses the smile from my lips. I thought he loved me. I was wrong.

A301960

What Happens When a Normal Day Suddenly Goes Horribly Wrong Yet Nothing Changes?

Voting #: 4061

A woman sat peacefully until she got a call from her husband’s doctor informing her that he died. Too choked up to respond, she hung up. Five minutes later, she got another call from the doctor’s mother apologizing for his behavior and that she wouldn’t be getting any more prank calls.

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Always be Cautious When You Assume

Voting #: 4062

A food inspector was coming to the diner today. When he got there, all the kitchen’s focus was on this one man. After his meal had ended, the chef asked about his grade. The man looked confused while the man next to him chimed in, “I’M the food inspector actually.”

A302535

The Accident

Voting #: 4063

Face deformed beyond recognition,
Mind mangled beyond memory.
Who was she?

They twisted her wrists into handcuffs:
"Hello, Undesirable Number One."
If only she hadn’t sent for the DNA tests...

Guilty of a crime she couldn’t remember,
She never recalled her ruse:
To stay beyond recognition, and never be discovered.

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Last Words

Voting #: 4064

My darling Asian angel,
You’ve cried for your birth mother for sixteen years.
Your porcelain skin flooded by innocent tears.
Mine were warm, wet lies.
I was engaged,
Studying abroad in cherry-blossom bliss.
Nine months later,
He would have known the black-haired baby wasn’t his.
Not adopted; you’re mine.

A301835

Butterflies

Voting #: 4065

The theater is dark and almost silent except for the occasional mumble or cough. My heart is beating fast, like a metronome with a steady, vibrant beat. Butterflies are fluttering down to my stomach as I take a deep breath in. The harsh, bright light powers on. It’s show time.

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Mini Saga Struggle

Voting #: 4066

Simply impossible. My brain’s empty and my hand is frozen, clenched around a pen. This should be an easy and manageable task. I look around and see my classmates writing brilliant stories, but I cannot. How can they expect me to write just fifty words about anything? It’s simply impossible.

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What it Means

Voting #: 4067

Ever since, my point of view has drastically changed. Enlightened, I realize that the small details are far more important than you’d think. Ever since, I have truly understood the meaning of carpe diem. Ever since the grim reaper knocked on my door, ever since god spared my life…I understand.

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What Would You Do?

Voting #: 4068

The police officer speaks into the megaphone as a helicopter lands on top of the bank. “We’ve fulfilled your demands, release the hostages!” A masked man appears outside, places a bag of Klondike Bars on the ground, then finds his way to the cockpit, five-million dollars richer. The crowd rejoices.

A301957

Perfectly Empty

Voting #: 4069

She is perfect. They like that.  When I draw near, the chatter silences, and the glares commence.  On the outside she appears to be perfect, but on the inside, she is empty.  She has deceived everyone, but I know what lies behind the facade.  She used to be my friend.

A301933

The fatal encounter of

Voting #: 4070

Walking in the dark, I heard a raging growl- a warning cry, my future demise. My lemur instincts took over, and as it cane closer, the more I shrieked in terror. But then it stopped. I thought, “Where did it go?” and my friend chortled, “You fool, it’s your stomach!”

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Curiosity

Voting #: 4071

He was a curious young boy, walking up to the counter of the store, false mustache under nose and whiskey in hand. “May I see some identification please?” “I left it in my pants,” he said, as the clerk peered over the counter, revealing the boy and his Spongebob underpants.

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The Harshest Opponent Yet

Voting #: 4072

He looked up, horrified. Below him lay a puddle of blood, pouring from his nose. He glared at his opponent sitting expressionless on the floor and proudly sporting an ‘I <3 Bermuda’ button. He stormed over and pulled the button off the backpack that he had just tripped over again.

A301867

The Eight-Twenty Lothario

Voting #: 4073

The eight-twenty bus rolled in when my Romeo came, my heart began caroling fondly, while an imaginary orchestra played our love song. I shyly looked at him, my statuesque Greek god of perfection. My heart raced as I dared to confess my feelings, and then he asked, “Who are you?”

A303717

Girl of My Dreams

Voting #: 4074

"I do!" I confessed to the priest's question. I looked in front of me at the beautiful face of the woman I was to marry, the girl I had dreamed of marrying since the day I saw her. I leaned in to kiss my love, but then I woke up.

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The Present That Wasn't Meant for Her

Voting #: 4075

I watched from a distance as he bought the it, a long silver chain with a small diamond at the end. I knew I shouldn’t be watching him. On the night of our anniversary, I waited for the necklace. I never saw it again. Then I met his coworker, Anna.

A302212

The Jinx

Voting #: 4076

She was backstage, ready for the biggest performance ever. She had been practicing for this day all year, and now the show was about to begin. Her coach was talking while she stretched her long legs and prepared herself. Her coach said,“Break a leg” and surely enough she did…


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No where to run. Should I hide?

Voting #: 4077

The alarms were blazing. The sound was killer and they still weren’t back yet. She kept looking from the door to the alley and back again. There was no sign of them. Soon they would come for her and she was stuck. Save herself or her men? She didn’t know...
A301915

Moments to Remember

Voting #: 4078

“This is the alarm. Evacuate the building.” Wee-oo-wee-oo. “This is not a drill, Sargent. Stop, drop and roll.” “The smoke is rising. (cough, cough). Can’t breath. I… can see the light. Good-bye cruel, world.” “Sarge, relax. You dropped near the fireplace. All the smoke's going to your face.”
A301915

Smitten

Voting #: 4079

Charlotte wasn’t terribly fond of Jeremy. He was the one guy not smitten with her. Guys normally swoon over Charlotte, but not Jeremy. She had all the makings of perfection. She confronted him and asked why he disliked her. “I’m the perfect one.” He responded. “You have competition, my dear.”
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The best day to be free

Voting #: 4080

The wind, the waves, the open ocean. It is the perfect day for sailing. The adrenaline rush comes with anticipation of sea spray propelling off the edges of her fine tuned racing craft. She hears her name and immediately her focus returns to the hypocritical words of her unappreciative boyfriend.
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Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Us All?

Voting #: 4081

Her hair, a nest of tangles, was let loose and coiled shapelessly around her shoulders. Her pearls were now retired and her clothes visibly weary and holed, her flame burnt-out. She looked over her shoulder seeing the same women, now a beauty. Trying to reach, but she was too far-gone.

A301904

A random story about my dog

Voting #: 4082

One day I was playing with my dog outside. I went to play basketball and my dog disappeared. When she came back two hours later she had a pair of goggles and some corn. I was surprised and found out she stole it from my neighbors. This is really random.
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Making Waves

Voting #: 4083

A grain of sand does not have a home. It travels deep below the vast blue ocean. It moves from one beach to another. It is untraceable, a free spirit that moves with the wind, the water, and the air. She left the note, closed the door and walked away.
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Let the Games Begin

Voting #: 4084

The team marched onto the field listening to the sweet sounds of the bagpipe. Staring down the opponent like a lion stalks its prey. The team stretched, got loose, and prepared for battle. They took their places on the field, anxiously waiting for the official to blow his whistle. Tweeet!
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Jerry Lopez

Voting #: 4085

It was a sweltering summer day in hot July. He watched little Jerry slowly rip open the bag of M&M's as he carefully picked through them. "Jerry," he said, "why aren't you eating the brown ones?"
"Because," he explained with a naive, nine-year-old grin, "I'm allergic to chocolate." A303019