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Most entries are going to be E rated but some may go beyond that. |
You just want to read? These entries will be freshly written for a contest. Since I plan on joining many then I'm putting them all in a book. Sit back and enjoy it. I'll try to do a (poem) line count, (story) word count, prompt, and which contest I entered in. Though I won't be mentioning it in the piece, but "The Contest Challenge"  will be a part of a contest I enter since it's about entering into a contest following its rules. Wish me luck!
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| "Look at my glasses- don't they look tasty? I can't help but to want to eat my glasses," Racheal said holding up two glazed donuts to her face. "They look wonderful my dear. Careful not to drop them on the floor. The honey badger might get them. Speaking of, I have two donuts as well that I could put over my face. Now we are twins," Stephanie said holding hers up. "Now to show mommy and daddy. They would love to see my glasses. Yours too. We could show off our glasses together." "Not if I beat you to them first. I dare you to eat half of your glasses. They would fit better." "No they won't. I want to show to my parents whole. It's either a hole or nothing." "Watch this. It's half and half." Stephanie began taking big bites out of her donuts until each one of them was in a semi circle. Racheal watched in dismay as her hole or nothing theory was crushed. Things were not going as planned after all. Quickly, she ran as fast as she could so she could beat her sibling to her parents. Her stomach growled and she thought about eating her glasses. Not yet though, she felt determined to make it. The donut was one big hole after all in her eyes. "Mommy, look at the glasses I'm wearing. Aren't they pretty?" Racheal called out as soon as she reached her mother. "Looks like they are adorable. They just need to be filled so you could see," her mother said. Racheal thought for a moment on what that could mean and then gobbled up both donuts. "Oh dear, now you need a replacement. That's not the kind of filling I was referring to." Filled to the brim, Racheal asked, "Then what kind of filling were you talking about?" "These donuts have it. Stuffed with cream filling. You'll see better with these donuts on your eyes and they're a lot tastier too. Try them on. Cherry or blueberry. Or you can have both." "I would like both. Different colors results in different experience. They make way better glasses than my original ones plus they are filled! Thank you." "Okay I'm here. Hey, where did you get those glasses? Those are way cooler than these. May I have one too?" Stephanie asked as she came around the corner. Racheal knew she loved the cream filled donuts just as much as she did. Donuts that won't be scattered in the yard afterwards. Prompt: Donut girl picture Word Count: 420 Contest: "The Humorous Short Story Contest" |
| Jack sat down by the well as Jill went to fetch the pail to fill up with water. He twiddled his thumbs and pondered over the scene as he waited for her to come back. The sun lingered in the air above and didn't give any relief to the warming day. Sweat poured down his face as he waited and he waited. Soon she came back and he stood to put the pail into the well for a pail of water. This was no job to go goofing around on but to do it as quickly as possible. Not a single word to be spoken. That was part of the competition. Falling down the hill would automatically disqualify them as well. Jack heaved the bucket of water and watched Jill go down the hill. Then he started following after her. One slip and it would be all over for him. He held his breath and slowly made his way down the hill. One foot in front of the other. He wasn't going to break his crown this time, not now. Not after what happened last time. Slowly, he walked with his feet gripping the ground like toothbrushes does to the teeth. Not very well. The water splat right into his face just as he made it to the bottom of the hill. She waited for him and took the bucket of water without saying another word. He needed the help, badly. Then he fell. At least he didn't fall down the hill and got disqualified. But the pain arose. His crown was hurting badly again. Maybe he wasn't up for this challenge after all. He got up anyway and started limping. Everyone knew his story. As Jill waited for him to come up beside him there was a challenger coming up to the finish line as well with the bucket of water. They were not going to finish in first place. Then she saw Jack limping and cheered him on to hurry over as fast as he could. They were almost done. The other challenger needed their partner to come on over to finish the race. Jack came slowly but surely. They won! No prompt, no dialogue. Word Count: 363 Contest: "No Dialogue Contest-CLOSED" |
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