In a three-way tie; stories #1, #3, and #4 NARROWLY edged their competitors, it was close; but congratulations to ALL the Writing To Get Published July 26-July 30, 2021 Writers!
Friday, July 30, 2021
Son Returns From Bermuda Triangle; Ruins Tourist Season!!!! by WF
Florida man’s son returns from Bermuda triangle, sues local intelligence officials.
The Bermuda triangle is quite an interesting place, famous for destroying all the planes it manages to get ahold of. Needless to say, locals were not happy when they found out that a man returned from a flight over the Bermuda Triangle. “I am shocked and appalled,” said local man. “Everything I had once believed was destroyed.”
When local intelligence officials were questioned, none of them had a good explanation. “I’m telling you, it isn’t real!” was all they had to say. As expected, the man won the case for 2 cents.
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Rejection by SK
Rejection
cruel, cruel, rejection,
you know rejection,
I know rejection,
we all know rejection,
it's the worst,
but where there's rejection,
acceptance is never far behind
you know rejection,
I know rejection,
we all know rejection,
it's the worst,
but where there's rejection,
acceptance is never far behind
100% Me by HS
10% humble
15% self-confident
30% sister
10% loyal
10% honest
25% athletic
Now I know you
Can clearly see I am
Surely
100% me
Finding Mama Flash Fiction Entry #6
I wake up, cars whizzing past me. My clothes lie next to me, caked with dirt. Today marks a year since I got kicked out of my mom’s house in South Chicago, but I still remember the day it happened. Dad getting fired from his job, spending the last of our money on alcohol, and drinking himself into a stupor. He screamed at us, cursed at us, and hit us every way you could imagine. My mom and I cowered in the corner, faces slick with tears while my dad picked up a chair. That’s all I remember from that day.
This morning I scavenge, looking for some trash cans I can pick from. A pizzeria has a trash can full of stale pizza; breakfast. I like to visit the post office to see the postmaster, but today, he has something different for me.
He hands me a letter. “I’ve been waiting for you the whole morning.” He says, “Take this.”
The letter says:
Dear Andrew,
I would like to inform you that your father has died. If you would like to come over to Minneapolis and live with me, that would be greatly appreciated. Please use this visa card to pay for your journey.
Love,
Sally Smith
4867, 6th street
My first reaction was just to stand there, maybe forever if the postmaster hadn’t spoken. “May I help you?”
I nod.
“Do you know where Minneapolis is?” I ask
“Oh yeah. It’ll be quite the journey if you walk, but I know you can do it.”
I leave the post office, grab my foldable piano; the only thing that wasn’t destroyed.
The man selling plane tickets cranes his neck to see me over his booth. “Do you have the money, sir?”
“I-I swear I had enough money. It was on a VISA card.”
The man sighs. “When we checked your card, it had five dollars.”
“Could I please have them just this one time?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
“Do you at least know how I can get to Minneapolis?”
“Yeah. My daughter is taking a train from Chicago City to Minneapolis on Monday. You might still be able to get a ticket.”
“Do you know how I can get to Chicago City?”
“You’d need to walk a long time, but a taxi could get you there easily.”
I take out my foldable piano and start playing. Slowly, cash starts streaming in. Many people stop by to watch me play, and at the end of the day, I have $70; enough to get me to Minneapolis.
“Taxi! Taxi!” I wave my hand at every taxi I see.
Each driver turns his head in disgust.
I decide to start walking. “Where is Chicago City?” I ask.
Each pedestrian points, and signals for me to go away. I see Soldier field, lake Michigan, and many, many Churches as I go along. This continues for a long time before I see the Chicago O’hare airport looming in the distance. My legs are dead but I’ve made it! I find a nice sidewalk and fall asleep.
I wake up, starving. I haven’t had a single meal in 2 days. The dumpsters in the alley next to me smell promising though. However the dumpster lids don’t behave the same way trash can lids do. Flapping my arms, I land in a pile of garbage. The dumpster tips over and I am catapulted into a wall.
I awake in a room filled with sleeping kids. My whole body throbs and my left leg is in a cast. I get up from my bed and limp around for a while. The bedroom door opens with a creak, and I find myself in the middle of a long winding hallway. Slowly, I make my way down the hall and down the stairs. A set of double doors lie open below, with guards on either side of them, sound asleep. On the far side lies the lobby. A desk lamp shines down on a table in the middle of the room. “What are you doing here?” Says a voice.
I jump back, startled. “Just getting some water sir.”
“Would you like me to get some for you?”
Before I can answer, the phone on the table rings. The man picks it up and walks to the next room. “Jack Sterling, 15th street Homeless Shelter. How may I help you?’
I search for somewhere to escape. To the left of me, a window has been left open, leading to the Chicago streets. Quickly, I jump out of the window, and hit the cold night air running.
“Sorry to disturb you sir, but do you know where the nearest train to Minneapolis is?”
The man points. “2 blocks to your right. Good luck with your journey, young man.”
I pat my pocket, confirming that I have the card, then run.
“Amtrak train to Minneapolis is now leaving the station” says the operator. “Please fasten your seatbelts.”
I fall asleep as soon as I sit down, completely wiped out from the past day’s adventures.
“We have reached our destination. Please exit the train to your left.”
Exiting the train station, I quickly find a taxi and call it over. “4867 6th street, please.” I hand the money to the driver.
“I don’t think you’ll need a taxi, kid. This is 4867.” The driver points to his left. “Good luck, kid.”
I climb up the steps and ring the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opens with a creak. My mom stands there, exactly how she was before.
“Mom, I’m home!”
“Who are you?”
“Mom, I’m home. I received your letter” I hold up the letter for her to see.
She squints and points to my name. “Is this you?” I nod.
Then she points to her own name. “This is me?” I nod again.
“are you my… son?”
FLASH!!! Update On FLYING COWS GO TO MARS!!!!! by AD
When we last heard from the cows NUSU said that they were headed to Mars. We saw shocking footage from a rover. We saw the farmers cows floating. What amazed us all was that they had full suits that looked custom made for them. “That’s where the money went!” Farmer Bill said. “I left my computer on by accident. The next day the computer said I had spent most of my savings.” We now know the cows bought custom suits to live of Mars. NUSU has been tracking them with the rover. “All we know is that the cows look like there collecting.” An astronaut said. Police are also investigating the farmer for they want to make sure the farmer did not feed or train these cows to do this for him. “We want to make sure the farmer is not trying to make money.” The chief said. The farmer confessed that if the cows made a discovery, he would claim the money. If the cows make a discovery, they will break 2 world records. Everyone stay tuned updates may come out every week! In till then stay safe and watch out for flying cow
Thursday, July 29, 2021
Ice by ES
A frozen bittersweet
form of water, in winter.
People slip and fall, onto
the merciless ice. Strangely,
They also eat it, but sadly,
prefer the Snow
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