The Flash Fiction Contest is OVER!

 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!

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.

            If YOU have a good explanation, contact us at 123-456-7890!

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

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, 6^th 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, 15^th 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 6^th 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

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

The Center of Time by ES

Heather was in the center of time, the line between dreams and reality. A step to the left, she’d be in the past, to the right - future, and forward, the present. Suddenly, a thing moving in the distance scared Heather, and she fell into the present.

World War 3: Germany + Sasquatch = World domination? by MR

Our source informs us that; Hitler’s great great grandson, Matz Hitler, found and trained an army of Sasquatch to obey military commands, Germany plans to use them to take over the world, (aka world war 3) Elomia is first on their list, could the U.S.A be next?

We talked to King Bono, and queen Bo, of Elomia to see what their separate battle plans were.

First king Bono;

Q. Elomia is a small country, how do you plan to beat Germany?
A. We are a small country, Germany will overthrow us in a minute! Then we will take Germany down from the inside! All the other countries will thank us. Elomia will take out Germany on our own.

Next queen Bo:

Q. What is your battle plan?
A. Germany learned it’s lesson long time ago they will not invade Elomia now, or ever.

Clearly these two are very different Strategies but when push comes to shove which do they use?

Then we interviewed President Joe Biden;

Q. If Germany and the Sasquatch, invade the USA next, what is your strategy
A. We will win the battle. The US has never fallen, and I don’t want to be the first president to let that happen.
Q. Are you aware or you might be the last president of the US ever has?
A. No. I was no-

Q. Thank you for your time Mr. President.

Last we sent some questions to President Frank Walker Steinmeier of Germany.

Q. Is it true, that Hitler’s great great grandson, found/trained an army of Sasquatch?
A. Yes, they are now my prides and joys.
Q. How do you plan to use your newly trained Sasquatch?
A. We will use them to benefit the rest of the world.

Does he think taking over the world would “benefit it?” Join us next week to find out.

War by MR

 War is a plague 

It’s like a bomb went off on my heart

Some think hurting others is success 

Others don’t agree that its for the best

Death is silencing

Like a cloud wrapped around my soul

The fighting rages on

it’s the only con

Of human life

Smoke, fire, and soot

Strip the earth

Of its natural

Beauty

Throw a grenade

Shoot a gun

Will it ever be done?

Everything about this

Lacks

Sanity

When all we need is a little 

Humanity

But in the end

Through the morning light

You can tell

The future is bright

But still I think

War is a plague

Short story Flash Fiction Entry #5

“Why do we have to go through a caaaveeeeee” Katie moaned for the thousandth time.  

I sighed “I already told you, mom can’t pick us up, and this is a shortcut, and if you stop whining and start walking, we’ll get there before midnight.” 

Katie replied, “we won’t get there before midnight, we’ll get lost, then die, then our corpses will be eaten by bats."

I said back, “that’s not going to happen, we’ll go home, have some dinner and in the morning, dad will be home to take us to school.” 

Katie rolled her eyes and we kept on walking.  

After a bit of silence, I noticed something glowing to my left, I stopped and turned.  

“Hey, Katie,” I called “there’s something in the rocks.” 

She ran over but I was closer and got there first. Quickly I picked up the rocks and pushed them to the side. When I was finally face to face with the source of the light, I covered my eyes because It was so bright. When I opened them again, the light became a soft glow in the dark, and pink. 

“Oh my gosh!” Katie squealed, “let me feel it!” 

Instinctively, I pushed the thing to my stomach, then looked at it. It was pinkish and had round eyes too big for its body. It also had a big goofy grin that would make your face melt. Foer some reason I squished it and it’s laugh sounded like a little kid trying to imitate Santa Claus.  

Katie looked over my shoulder. “What is it?” She asked. 

“I don’t know” I replied 

I handed the thing to Katie, who then ran around the room hugging it and saying “It’s so cute” repeatedly  

“Katie,” I sighed “If you can’t carry it and walk, I would prefer you leaving it here.” 

Katie moaned again, “we’re not getting out of this stupid cave, so this is how I’m spending my last moments.”  

“we’re not going to die!” I shouted, “And if you’re just going to stand here, I’ll go so at least one of us survives!” 

I started walking out of the part of the cave I was when and moved forward, choosing the next tunnels at random, and before I calmed down and thought things through, I was too far away to hear my sister say anything, or see the thing’s soft glow. I was alone, lots, and terrible.  

“I’m going to die here.” I told myself “I shouldn’t get more lost.”  

I wanted to find Katie, and apologize, and maybe that overcame whatever I called reason and started running, I ran until there was two pathways, left and straight. 

“there’s no way to figure out which way to go,” I told myself, “But wait, why was the left side glowing? Could it be the thing?”  

I took my chances and ran left, and any tunnel that was glowing, until I found the part of the cave where Katie was. She turned toward me.  

“Katie, I’m sorry.” I said, nearly crying. 

“Beca,” she asked. “How did you get back”  

“the thing,’ I said, pointing to the thing, “it made the tunnels I should go through glow, I think I can get us out of here.”  

Katie rolled her eyes, but she smiled and pet the things head. “We can try,” she replied.  

 

 

The Letter Flash Fiction Entry #4

           Azealia stares at the letter, it’s addressed to her!  She runs into her room and tears it open. Her eyes opened wide. 

            “oh my gosh!” She screams

            Azealia’s mom, hearing all the commotion runs into Azealia’s room, and reads the letter.

            “Azealia, this is an invitation to the royal ball!” She exclaims 

            “May I go? Please?” 

            “Well, I don’t like the Idea of you going unsupervised, but how can you say now to royalty?!”

            “Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” 

————The Next Day At School————

             “Guess what everyone!”  Azealia says as she skips into her classroom, invitation in hand.  “I’m invited to the royal ball!”

            A group of girls in the back of the room start laughing.

            “Sure you did!”  One says, “and so did my pet cat!”

            “It’s true!” Azealia says as she holds up the invitation.

            All of a sudden the teacher walks in.  “Please take your seats!” She says.

            Azealia skips to her seat.

            A girl in the back turns and whispers to another, “the fish took the bait!”  They share a devious grin, then turn their attention to the teacher.

————That Night———-

            Azealia runs up to her room, the ball starts in an hour!  And when she looked on her bed, there was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen! It was blue and puffy, with lace! Azealia squealed with delight. She then put on the dress, and runs down the stairs.

            “Have fun sweetie!” Azealia’s mom says as she pushes Azealia out the door.  

            Azealia walks to the palace, she must wait in line, because lots of people were invited, but eventually she gets to the front. 

            “Invitation please!” A guard says.

            Azealia hands the guard her invite.  

            “This is forged!” The guard shouts at Azealia.

            “no, its not,” Azealia says worriedly. "I got it in the mail!”

            The woman behind Azealia, feeling sympathetic and knowing her daughter Alyssa probably had something to do with the forgery, she decided to take matter into her own hands. 

            “I’m taking this girl as my plus one.” She says

            “oh, Lady Vanhovan, my apologies, please proceed.” The guard says 

            “you didn’t need too do that.” Azealia says, when their past the guard.

            “Nonsense!” The woman says, “by the way, I’m Mrs. Vanhovan”

            “I’m Azealia, and thanks!”

            “No problem!"

————The Next Day At School————

            Azealia walks into her classroom, half happy half sad.

            “Ok,” she says, “which one of you put a fake invitation into my mailbox?”

            “What’s the matter?”  A girl in the back asks “did the little baby get her dreams crushed?”

            “Alyssa?  It was you?”  Azealia asks sadly.

            All the girls in the back burst out laughing

            “How did she not suspect?” One asks.

            “Alyssa, is your last name Vanhovan?”  Azealia asks.

            Alyssa stops laughing “um, yeah?” She says.

            “Well your mom, Mrs. Vanhovan, took me as her plus one!” Azealia says laughing.

            “no she didn’t,”  Alyssa says nervously.

            “You better believe it! Because thanks to you, and your mom, I had the time of my life last night!” Azealia laughs so hard tears are brought to her eyes.

Flash Fiction Entry #3

 The banging from the closet continued, and with trembling fingers he swung open the door, only to see an empty closet with only a coat on the floor, unmoving, until he closed the door...

MR LINDEN’S LIBRARY Flash Fiction Entry #2

Book of spells. Introduction

(Written by John Kennedy) 60 years old

100. When you open this book, you will be possessed with a ticking time bomb. After 1 min you will fall asleep forever and nothing will be able to save you. This act will start when I say the word “book”. After I say the word “book” nobody will be able to see my deepest darkest secrets. I will hide this in one of the apartments near me.

THE END

John puts the book in the bookshelf in an empty house hoping that nobody will find the book, but he does not know that in 40 years there will be a nice surprise to await him……

This was the last book left from the linden library. Linden was John's best friend and wanted John to take care of all the books. But in 1990 there was a big robbery where all the books were stolen and only one was left. John added to the book so that nobody was going to be able to steal it.

40 years later

John noticed that a car had pulled up to his house on a Monday morning. He had no clue who it was he had a suspicion it was the owner telling him to cut the grass because its ugly. But instead, it was a beautiful girl with long hair and pretty high heels. He came out to say hi because he still did not know why she was here. But all he knew was that there was no way that she would move in, especially in the house next to him. John approached her with caution and said

‘Hello, my name is John and I live in the big house’ John points to his house.

The girl replied, “Hi my name is Emily I will be your new neighbor”

“Great” John said under his breath “I would not live there if I was you, it's very spooky you won’t like it.” Emily replied with

“I am sure that that's not true. I mean you're just too old to understand. ''You look like you are a million years old so stop talking and leave oldy. John's face went crazy red and said “I don't want you in my neighborhood. I will make sure that you will not be here long”

“Don’t touch the book.” John said. Once John walked away Emily said

“Yeah right, like an old man will know what he is talking about. “Now let me find my room and see what book this oldy is talking about.”

As Emily walked into her room she tripped on a water bottle on the floor then a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped on her head and then words appeared on the TV saying “don’t disrespect me or else” Emily was cold and scared and did not want anything to do with that oldy. Emily said, “be quiet or you will hear a piece of my mind.”

Then after she went to go take a long warm shower. She turned on the shower and cockroaches started coming out instead. She screamed so loud that almost everyone from Japan and Italy could hear her scream. And then she could hear the TV say “I have been here for 40 years, and I deserve respect. I promise the owner knows me and he will hear a piece of my mind about you. “After that she did not say anything. She turned off the shower and turned it back on and said “WARM WATER” she took a nice long shower and got her towel out, dried herself off and curled her hair. She went around the house putting food in the cabinets, putting new furniture in its spot, and then eating really hot soup. After that she went to the store to buy herself a TV and found one for a sweet price she went grocery shopping and shopping for some new clothes she bought a dress and some really pretty high heels she was ready to come home after her shopping spree, and her car did not want to start she tried and tried again but then she realized that she did not fill up the gas she called her insurance company's roadside assistance. And she got her car working in 2 hours..

After she got to her new TV she figured out that there was no TV in the box! She decided that she would buy the TV tomorrow and today she would organize her new bookshelf and also see what the oldy was talking about.

She was walking with 5 books in her hands and putting books in the bookshelf when she noticed a book that she did not bring from home. She said, “This must be what the oldy was talking about” She changed into a pair of PJs and decided that she would look at the book before bed. But she did not know what was going to happen at first she was scared that something bad would happen and had doubts upon opening the book but then she realized that an old man told her not to open the book and then said “oh right he is 100 years old I forgot. She took vitamins and was ready to open the book. Gathering all her stuff she collected her worries. “Like anything is going to happen” she said.

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When she changed into PJs and got ready to go to bed she grabbed the book and put it on the bed she started reading and after a min passed she felt herself getting really tired she felt her body drifting to her pillow and her eyelids getting heavier and heavier every second she felt very sleepy, and she felt weird plants pricking her arm in that second she knew she stuffed up.

This School of Orphans by SL

A school of orphans, clones alike, they smile through clenched teeth.

Their tears of hatred, sadness, and sorrow are never wasted. 

The mask that hides the truth is naked. 

Their souls are spun, twisted, and weary. 

They act as though they have never experienced pain. 

Same body, same eyes, same clothes, same hair. 

This school of orphans could never compare.

Commercial Script and Skit Script by MR and SL (other participants see credits below)

 COMMERCIAL

Old Lady 2: Walks into the scene, but trips and falls onto the ground. Oh no I fell, and I can’t get up cause I am old!

Stage Director: (Voiceover) Hey, it’s ok, if you are ever in a situation, like dying or in miserable pain. Just get the Help Button, it’s Gluten Free, and non-GMO!!

Old Lady 2: Dramatic Gasp!

Old Lady 1: Gives the help button without getting in the scene, just her hand.

Old Lady 2: Holds the button and presses it.

Old Lady 1: Comes into the scene and helps Old Lady 2 up.

Old Lady 1 and 2: Both get up and give a thumbs up!

SKIT

Old Lady 2: Can ya help me up!? Say it in a loud and annoyed voice.

Old Lady 1: Whaat? Say it in a funny and old voice.

Old Lady 2: Whaat? Also say it in a funny and old voice.

Old Lady 1: Helps Old Lady 2 up.

Car comes driving in.

Old Lady 1 and 2 start backing up and gasping.

Old man:  Comes in and uses his superpowers to stop the car from hitting Old Lady 1 and 2.

Old man: Does superpower pose, (Voiceover) Wahawwwwww!!!!!

Old Lady 1 and 2: Both start screaming and hitting Old Man with their bags.

Old Man: Runs away.

Old Lady 1 and 2: Does back-to-back and crosses both their arms and smiles at the camera.

Camera Stops

Everybody Takes a Bow

CREDITS.

Stage Director: LW

Old Lady 1: SL

Old Lady 2: MR

Old Man: WF

"Car" Holder: SJ

Car Person: KB

"Power" Holder: SJ

Script Writer: MR and SL

Ice Fishing FLASH FICTION ENTRY #1

      “I want to go ice fishing,” Stark commented.
         “Me too,” said Clark.
 

TEN MINUTES LATER

 
​“Alright, here we are,” said Stark.
​“Okay, let’s start drilling a hole in the ice,” Clark said.
drrr drrr drrr…    drrr drrr drr…
​“THERE ARE NO FISH HERE…” breathed a mysterious voice.
​“You’re hearing that, right, Clark?” whispered Stark.
​“Oh yeah, I’m hearing that,” answered Clark.
​“Let’s go back to fishing,” Clark said.
​“Yeah,” said Stark.
drrr drrr drrr…    drrr drrr drr…   drrr drrr drrr…
​“THERE ARE NO FISH HERE EITHER…” breathed the mysterious voice.
​“Who are you?” cried Stark
​“Where are you?” called Clark.
​“I’m over here, and I am the rinkmaster of thi- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BEAUTIFUL HOCKEY RINK?!?! GET OUT!!!!!” screamed the rinkmaster.
​“We are so sorry sir.” said Clark and Stark together.
​“GET.   OUT.” The rinkmaster demanded.
​“Okay… okay…” bellowed Clark as they ran away.
 
This story is thanks to my little sister.

The Use of Plastic by KB A personal essay

A lot of people think plastic should be completely eliminated. Others say it doesn’t matter. Lots don’t know where they stand in this debate. My personal opinion is sort of in the middle. I think we should just be more careful of how much we use. If you have eco-friendly containers, it doesn’t mean you’re a Visco Girl!

Don’t buy everything plastic, but you also don’t have to use only biodegradable things. I myself use glass or metal cups but use reusable plastic tupperware. Utensils, well, it will be better and cheaper to metal (reusable) ones, rather than having to buy a new pack of plastic ones every time you run out. If you have plastic bowls and/or plates, that’s fine, just try to limit the amount you have. Also try to only use those for small snacks.

You don’t have to make posters or organize rallies to change how plastic usage is going. Try to change your own lifestyle and that can influence others close to you to change theirs. You can do small things like recycling your plastics or asking for paper bags at the store.

 So go! If you have all plastic things, go ahead and half or even quarter the amount you own! Replace it with porcelain or metal! Remember: change is small changes happening everywhere that creates a big movement.

Fire by KB

A school of newfound passion, a spark that could start an ever-burning fire.

A powerful figure setting off smoke, that people breathe in and only some breathe out.

It snakes its way into the heart, shaves away the old layers of temporary inspiration.

Then, there is space for a bonfire.

Their words turn into smoke, and the cycle starts again.

Then, when enough have tried to make change, but can’t do anything big, all the writers will unite.

They will find every spark, speck, and splinter in power they have in speaking, and together, they will burn the world and rebuild it on an empire of words. 

It will be hard and take time, but the writers could change the world.

EVIL PEANUT BUTTER JAR REFUSES TO GIVE MAN PEANUT BUTTER! by KB

“It was tragic.” victim Sam Bradley admits. “He just kept the cap!” 

a 50-year-old man living in Schluppy, CA, tries to make a sandwich, only to find out that the PB jar wasn’t giving in. “He might have been possessed, or just straight-up evil.” Now, judge Lucy Tucy is trying to get him in jail, but the PB was unable to show in court. “I tried hard, but I can try harder.” She says. When Bradley tried to unscrew the cap, it was stuck! Then, when he finally managed to get it off, he was facing a freshness cover!

“Was it new?” detective Nancy Drew asks Sam. “Yes,” he replies. “From Wal-Mart.” Nancy sighs audibly. “Your case is closed. I’ve figured it out.”  Sam holds his breath, awaiting her conclusion. “Possessed PB jars come from Wal-Mart. Now where’s my 50 bucks?”

Bradley went from detective to detective, but no one could crack the case fully. He eventually gave up on the case and swore that he would do everything he could to get him arrested.

He copied “wanted” posters and hung them up all around Schluppy. If anyone finds this #1 most wanted Skippy PB jar, contact bloobla.tophat@gmall.coom. Send his location and a picture to clarify. You will receive 50,000 dollars in cash. “I will thank them greatly,” Sam says. “That PB has 20 years on him!”

When Monsters Strike!!!!!! by AD

 Here in the wilderness of Alaska trees are torn down, fires burning, and giant footprints fill the land. Officials are trying to figure out the cause. “We have been trying to get a DNA sample” An agent says “We may have found some fur. We will have to confirm if this is not just a resident of this forest. The scene was found by a pilot and his student. “I was taking John here for a little practice fly” The pilot Dan says. “We were flying around when we saw smoke coming from the forest. We went to take a closer look we thought someone crashed and called 911.” Luckily no one  crashed. Rumors have been spreading some think it’s a monster and some just a mere prank. “Ha! It’s probably another one of those no good teenagers!” 64 year old Mary says. Watch out folks we’ll be monitoring and giving updates on this “Alaskan Monster”. 

Cows Make It To Mars!!!!! by AD

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s cows! From a farm in Sunville, Sunshiny a farmer was fast asleep. Thanks to sudden robberies of his supplies he has put up security cameras around his barn. Shockingly last night that cameras went of the farmer bolted awake. “I was haven’ an awesome dream and then the alarm went off.” The farmer, Bill told us. “Then I ran down to check the monitor and I saw my cows flying off.” Little did he know after investigators looked at the footage. They confirmed that they’re rocket was made of his supplies! The investigators have been tracking them down. NUSU has last seen them heading to mars. “We’re not sure they’ll survive.” An astronaut says. “The material of the ship is strong but we don’t know yet.” How did these cows get through the atmosphere? How did they build the ship? We don’t know folks! If there is any sighting of these cows please contact us. Stay tuned and watch out for flying cows! 

Fire by AS

 Jaws of consuming fire

Raging in your sound

Ready to make embers fly, burning your heart.

Flames lick at the windows

Of the memory houses.

Happiness constantly dousing the fire

Until it gives up

And moves away

Revealing smoldering rubble of tragedy

Behind.

Tears by AS

 Tears

are the heart of pain,

sadness,

and the edge of darkness and light.

Climate Change And How To Stop It (A personal essay) by AD

What is climate change?

Well when we use car, throw away plastic, and a bunch more we harm the planet. But why are we harming the one place we live on? We humans just ignore things. Some of us ignore Climate change and Global warming.

But you can make a difference! Start taking more bike rides, maybe recycle more often, use reusable water bottles and containers. There are many different ways to help.

When we throw away plastic it goes into the ocean and animals eat and/or get stuck in it.

I don’t want to say what happens next. When we drive we send bad chemicals into the air. When we breathe a lot of this we can get sick. It also brings the sun's heat closer which is global warming.

Now people are starting to make thing better. We are making electric cars. We are taking plastic out of the ocean and turning it into something new.

We can all do our part and we all know the world need us!

Possessed Janitor Fills Soap Dispenser In Classroom 666 With Chloroform!!! Innocent Children Knocked OUT!!!! by WF

Lately, there have been many paranormal sightings, but this has got to be the best case. Today, we interviewed Dr. Janitor, PhD, in the State Prison. “The devil just came and knocked on my door, and we had a nice, long chat. He then hypnotized me. It was very fun!”

He also said, “I don’t remember the next few days very well, but he gave me a lollipop and thanked me for my service."

When asked why he tried Dr. Janitor 20 times, Mr. P. Rosecutter remarked, “I just wanted to do what was right.”

Was Mr. Janitor really possessed? Visit the GLOBAL DAILY HOTWIRE for regular updates on this story!!!

Tears by WF

Tears are feelings, leaking from my soul

As my soul runs dry, so does my river

Droplets from the clouds in my eyes

Fall on my cheek as a temporary river

My waterlogged thoughts drip down through my clouds

Each forming a tear of lost emotion

When the river runs dry, I lay parched

Wondering if the clouds will go away

Smoking and why we shouldn’t do it: A personal essay by AD

You can smell it, you can see it, and you can do it. I can see it almost every day. Most people just ignore it. Some people do it to look cool. Some people do it because it makes them feel good.

But here’s the truth. People do not think we should be doing this anymore. When I first saw the commercial I freaked out. Lung cancer?! Black lung?! Robot voice?! After that I vowed never to smoke. I was scared. I heard that breathing in the fumes could damage my lungs too. I held my breath whenever I saw a cigarette.

That was when I was little.

Now I see the signs. Smoking area one hundred feet. This is a non-smoking building. I still feel afraid. Smoking can make illnesses worse. Especially Covid-19. Still not convinced? Do you want to spend your LIFE on a ventilator? You may have to stay in a hospital. And worse. If this kills you? YOU yes YOU may not have a chance to say goodbye to your loved ones.

So please do not smoke this can kill you, give your family grief, and damage other’s lung too.