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Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 08:15

The chicken with the big head was watching me like I was tiger stocking an elk. It said and I quote “you smell like you were in a seed bath.”  

“You smell like you just ate a piece of paper,” I say “and you look like you have rabies.”

That’s when the mongoose jumped out of the bush and started to chase the chicken like an ostrich chasing a dogey.

“Nard,” says the mongoose “Ima get chu.”

“No you’re not,” says the chicken “for I have a lime in the coconut and I will drink it all up. This will give me super powers and I will turn into Super Chicken Mongomery Mcdonald Mcdue the third!" The the chicken grabs the mongoose and flies away.


Writing Magic

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 08:13

I imagine the writing will charm

though some to be sure will alarm.

Let your thoughts run free

twisting thoughts delightfully.


Turn around

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 08:12

“Turn around,” the voice said.

“What?” I responded with some fear.

“Turn around!” The voice said, getting angry. I slowly started to turn and then I remembered how every scary movie happens like this so I made a dash. I ran like I have never ran before. I could hear the pounding of foot steps right behind me. All he was saying was “ Turn around! Turn around! Just turn around.” I would not fall for this I thought to myself. I came to a little road and because it was the country there would for sure be no cars.

“Stop now,” the voice said. Running out of breath I thought to myself that I lost him until the tall, dark, scary voice made me shiver. I kept running, almost out of breath. I went into a town with no one in it. Thinking that I lost him I hid in the farthest house away so I could hear if he was coming. YYYYYYEEEEEEERRRRR as the door closed. KNOK as the door locked. I was worried I was too loud. It brought relief if he got in I could hear him. I was quiet. I slowly walked backwards and it then I heard it right behind me.



The Purge

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 08:12

Ring! Ring! My phone was ringing. We weren’t supposed to get up out of our hiding place in the purge, but if someone was calling me because they needed help, I needed to be there. I walked over to the phone slowly and carefully so no one could sense a movement. I picked up the phone but it was the dial tone. I walked back to my hiding place, slow as a sloth. Ring! Ring! I heard it again. I had a feeling someone was trying to scare me.

“Two can play that game,” I said to myself quietly. I tiptoed over to the phone and I picked it up this time slowly making sure it was really someone there. I put the phone to my ear and I could hear slow but loud breathing. I know this is a prank, it had to be, “Welcome to McDonald’s, how may I help you?” I said joyfully.

“I know you aren’t McDonald’s, turn around and you'll find out how I know,” a deep voice said. I quickly turned around and I saw no one at first. Then, someone slowly walked out.

“AHHHH!” I started to run.

To the president

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 08:10

Dear Mr. Trump,

Do not go to war. At all. War is stupid. I know that's how grown adults handle things: if we want something, we blow each other up. But don't. No war. We are all on the same rock.




The Fisherman

Submitted by Writer on Wed, 02/07/2018 - 14:04

When I was eight years old, I got my first fishing rod and reel. Since my birthday was in September, and fishing season was essentially over, I had to wait through fall and winter before I got a chance to try it out. For real. 

On opening day, my mom fixed my brothers and I egg salad sandwiches and carrot sticks and, the treat, an individually wrapped Hostess cupcake. She drove us down to the lake and let us loose and said to call when we'd had enough. Since it was a small town and everyone knew us, it was never hard to knock on someone's door and ask to use a phone. Yes, no cell phones back then.

I remember that it was unusually warm, that there were bugs out, and that I was spending most of my time trying to unravel my rod from the tree branches near the edge of the lake. I don't remember, but can imagine, that my brothers didn't have a lot of patience for that and left me be while they, successfully, pulled several trout out of the lake.

At lunch time we sat on an open rock in the sunshine and enjoyed our food, particularly the cup cake, and then talked about where we would go next. We decided to walk along the shore, through the woods, to a small stream that spilled out into the east side of the lake and when we got there we found several other fishermen. My brothers dispersed and I, well, I launched my lure into the trees.

I was, at this point, getting pretty frustrated and a kindly man, decked out in a fishing hat and vest and a nice looking fancy fishing rod came over to me as I was sitting, on an old log, trying to untangle the line. 

He suggested that I just cut the line and save the lure. He then helped me rethread the line through the eyelits and he put on the end a hook. He then told me to look away.

"I've got some magic bait here and I don't want you to see what I'm using," he said, with a smile. By this time, my brothers, ever protective, had returned and then told me to look away. 

"I'll go ahead and cast it for you," the man said, and when he was done, he told me to turn around. He handed me the rod. "Now I bet you'll have a fish on there in no time."

And I did.

In a matter of seconds. I still remember the sense of my heart leaping into my throat, the excitement as he guided me on how to pull the fish in, "keep the line taut, that's it, that's it" and I walked along the shore a bit, down to a flat part by the stream and a rock and by then the fish was close. It was big. At least to me.

And the man handed me a net and I reached in the water real close and pulled out my fish, my first ever fish, and I was beaming as I looked at my brothers and the man who said, "I told you my bait was magic," he said, "but I've never seen anyone catch one as fast as you did!"

From then on I was, well, hooked on fishing. 

And it was many years later that my brothers told me what the real magic of the bait was -- a fish he had just caught and put on my line. 

I still thank him for it in my mind, though to this day I have no idea who he was. He was a stranger.