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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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| Sylvia set her pencil down on the desk. Not Again. This lecture had nothing to do with the topic of the class and she had read the chapter too. She felt it unfair and that she needed some guidance. Maybe she could take an independent course and switch teachers. A teacher who didn't show respect to the class wasn't good enough for her. She came to learn. Once she got home she planned on asking her father for help. He always understood her and would know what to do. "Good afternoon. He did it again. I want to drop out of his class. Could you set me up for an independent study or something? I want to change teachers," Sylvia asked her father when she arrived home. "Certainly. Who would that be mind if I ask?" Davis replied. "Mr. Bob of course. He teaches my Spanish History class. I want to take that same class with a different teacher through independent study. One who has more respect." "Let's go to your school right now and see if we can get that changed. Mr. Bob should be reported in as fast as possible." "Thank you daddy. You're the best I could ever have. I know learning is great but not when the lectures are off topic every single day." "What would be even better is if you form some group to study with others after school. Or during study time." "That sounds like a great idea to go for. I might remember better in a group." "That a girl." Back at the school Sylvia reported the teacher in and then switched teachers to an independent study term. Then she thought of telling her best friend Lacie about it since they were in the same classroom. Lacie went on to invite Nick and Eric to form a study group. The four of them decided to meet after school in the library to study. "Independent study group? We should go for that as well. It's not like we'll learn anything from the teacher anyway," Sylvia heard Nicole whispering to Andy. "That's a great idea. I think we could start our own study group right here and now. I'll fail the class if I depend on his lectures any further. It's time that we start doing something different," Andy said back to Nicole. "Sylvia had the perfect idea to start this independent study in the first place. Why didn't she tell us all about it? Why keep it a secret?" "That I don't know. But looks like there's a study group right now." Sylvia didn't know what to say about it at first. She was tired of the nonsense and knew his lectures meant nothing. The history of Spanish meant something though. It originated in Spain and traveled globally. Latin is its foundation. She wanted to learn more about it and her independent study was helping. She didn't want to go back to Mr. Bob again. The others still needed to go back. She got excused. Now she needed to see Miss Fork who already spoke sense and helped her get caught up to date. She felt proud of her new teacher. By Saturday she heard even more talk about her spreading around about how she switched to independent study and the others were planning on following suit. Caught off guard, a ball hit her in the face. It landed carefreely in her hands. A football and its impact stung her quite a bit. Then she laughed and found the ones playing with the football. "Got to be careful on where you throw the football. I'm not a good thrower," Sylvia warned before tossing it over. The boy caught it. "Sorry." Sunday came with a breeze. Soon Sylvia felt like she had eyes on her everywhere she went. How did the students get to recognize her? It had only been a short while since she had started her independent study with her new teacher. Then she ran into her best friend and classmates and together decided to have ice cream. Mint flavored was her favorite but then could also pick bubblegum. Or both she thought. Then she decided on double and picked out both flavors in a cup. "I heard that the other classmates are thinking of doing the same thing you did. So you're excused from showing up to class tomorrow and will be going with a brand new teacher this week instead. I'm so jealous of you," Lacie said. "Well you can do it too. I don't have to be the only one to do it," Sylvia said with a smile. Then Nick and Eric smiled as well. "Maybe we can borrow that idea. We're looking forward to dropping out of that class as well. He is just wasting our time on topics that don't have any sense or relation to the history of Spanish. He should be replaced with a different teacher instead. How many years have he been teaching?" Nick asked. "I can answer you that question. He hasn't been here very long at all. This is his first year here, but I have heard not his first year of teaching. He had taught before at different schools. I heard he got fired from them each time," a new voice said from behind and Sylvia turned to see a new classmate she couldn't recall the girl's name of. "I'm Selina by the way and I've seen you in the classroom too. What a daring move you've made and I've found my own study group too since I heard what you did. There's no way I can pass the class attending. Thank you for the inspiration." "You're welcome. I won't speak of everything but good luck with your independent study," Sylvia said. Monday came and she geared up for her independent study time. Sylvia wondered how the others were doing but she was done with nonsense lectures. Now she was under the guidance of a different teacher. What a relief it felt to be back on track to the textbook. 15 minutes into her study she heard noise and looked up to see the entire class coming through. They were gathering into study groups and Lacie, Nick, and Eric came over to sit down where she was at. It didn't take long for her to guess what happened during class and why. "You won't believe what he started talking about this time. Amphibians and matches. It was just nonsense. Well, time to get to studying. We got a ton of work to get through. Hey you have a head start. Joking you can keep on going," Lacie said. "You got it partner. It comes to me at no surprise that something like this would happen," Sylvia said. "Shocking, really. Just kidding. But an entire class? That's gotta be saying something," Nick said. Prompt: Disrespectful teacher. Word Count: 1140 Contest: "Not Just Another Brick In The Wall" |
| It's the time of the year To write to a good old friend The old fashioned way By a tip of a pen and paper What to say is hard to tell Many things happened during the year Storms caused chaos And vacations happened Best of all were the gifts of love That poured through the way Pen and paper Write to a friend Find some stickers Decorate the letter A lasting impression to be made And more Friends sticks together No matter how far away we are Write a letter to stay connected Is the best gift of love Prompt: Write a Friend Month Line Count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" 1st place! |
| Glowing brightly A tree cast no shadow Looks down on the grass And whispers in wonder Where is my shadow I glow brightly And see you cast a shadow All I see from me is light The grass then whispered Amongst each other To decide what to reply And decided on what to say Your glow is your shadow It gives us our shadow Without it we can't cast one We rely on you Pleased with the answer The tree burst in tears Realizing glowing matters Giving sparkling gems Prompt: Any Line Count: 20 Contest: "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" |
| Give a dollar or two Donate some clothes Give a book or two Give a meal to the homeless It's that time of year again In the streets Through the buildings And out the doors Buy a gift for someone Give a smile Just listen to their story Or help someone in need It's that time of year again In the streets Through the buildings And out the doors Giving us a special gift Someone might need help Or a smile today So which gift would you give Prompt: Month of Giving Line Count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" |
| 1 Butternut Squash, peeled and cut up 1 Onion, diced 1 Sweet Potato, peeled and cut up Baby carrots Garlic cloves, peeled and cut up 1 tbsp vegetable oil 1 Liter vegetable broth Preparation: Mix the onion and garlic together. Then mix the Butternut Squash and Sweet Potato together. Cooking: Use the vegetable oil and add the onion and garlic and let cook until onion turns golden. Then add the broth and let it come to a boil. Add the Butternut Squash and Sweet Potato. Let cook on low heat for 30 minutes or until vegetables are soft. While my ingredients are a little bit different than the online ingredients one thing remains common is what is listed for the most part. I don't want too much salt and pepper in my soup because there is such a thing as too much. But seasoning is always an option too. Mom would probably put some extra spices in it I don't know the names of. Everyone is a little bit different. Now that I mentioned having some seasoning and spices which I have at home, time for the main ingredients. I just so happened to have Butternut Squash if it really is that and Sweet Potato at home. What I needed from the store were the rest of the ingredients. So I came up with just needing carrots and broth, able to substitute the rest. So I waited until I could go to the store and buy the carrots and broth. The onion and garlic at home were unpeeled of course, but I did have the seasoning of onion and garlic too. I don't mind the garlic but the onion makes my eyes water. The next day I prepared all the ingredients and then cooked the soup according to the recipe. It seems like the vegetables took a while to soften but that's okay. Just as long as the broth was bubbling the entire time was what counted. I never had Butternut Squash before but knew the soup would have a sweet taste because of the Sweet Potato. It would be a new taste to experience since this was my first time ever having the soup. Salt and pepper would be added as needed as I wait for my bowl of soup to cool off enough to eat it. Rules ▼ Contest: "Sharmelle's Recipe Kitchen Contest" |
| Lo and behold Out of a legend Was born a centaur Golden in color He could whistle And sing Chant magic And more But his favorite trait of all Was his wisdom And freedom Freedom to do good One day a boy ran across him Running away from some thieves And this centaur protected him From deep trouble indeed So the boy became The centaur's pride As he learned wisdom And returned to that spot The thieves came But the boy was prepared And chased the thieves away In the name of the golden Centaur The thieves sought revenge though And captured the golden Centaur The boy heard the news And came running after Meanwhile the golden Centaur was calm Knowing what to do To empower his freedom He needed to break free from the chains The young boy now a man Scrambled with all of his might To rescue his hero And bring freedom once more Just a click here and a click there The chains fell loose But now the golden Centaur faced A barrier to blast out of The man found the thieves once more This time his mentor's life at stake "Let him be free!" He begged. It ended in laughter A fairy flew in on the good side Worked her magic The door flew open And out came the golden Centaur "Free at last but you shall pay. Feed the birds of the air and The walking animals." A spell cast And they became a pile of nuts. "Never again will I expose you," The man began but got waved off. "It wasn't your fault at all. You did the right thing." Prompt: Centaur Line count: 56 Form: Freestyle Contest: "Celebrating Centaurs Contest; Closed." |
| Nothing better to say But to be a part of the country The country lives on Proud and strong When it was young It could've easily given up But the struggle for freedom Was worth its price As it developed Obstacles became opportunity The country expanded Living and strong Now we live in freedom Thanks to our country Diversity thrives Proud and strong Prompt: pride in the country Line Count: 16 Contest: "Honoring Our Veterans - Challenge" |
| Marching along Up and down the block Children salute Family honor time Swimming in the lake Covered from head to toe Splashing around Family fun time Reading books out loud Doing homework Working at home Family school time In honor of the military Families out there This month is for you Spend it well Red, blue, white These colors brighten your home With all the love and care May you be recognized Prompt: Military Families Month Line Count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" |
| Must I say anything? Just look at this beautiful vase. It's colors are perfect and its gloss is just as shiny. Wait? What is this? A crack at the bottom? Something is wrong here, it's just too good too be true. If it leaks then I can't buy it. It's no good to buy a vase with a crack on the bottom. I'll try the next vase. This vase is very earthy, down to earth from the tip to the bottom. Yet it is suitable to hold water in. I must buy it. Alas- here is something wrong, yet again. I see a hole in the bottom. It will leak. This I can't do. No, no, no I won't buy it. Prompt: 'Here is something wrong- a feeling' Word count: 131 Contest: "Invalid Item" |
| A colorful leaf Mini pumpkins A wonderful feast Thanksgiving is here I am thankful Falling rain Cooler weather Wind blows by I put on my jacket I am thankful A list of things I am grateful for To be hung on the door So when Thanksgiving comes I am thankful Prompt: Gratitude/ Thanksgiving Form: Freestyle Line count: 15 Contest: "Thankful Poetry Contest" |
| Bruises They show up one day Colors of black and purple To slowly disappear More bruises Deeper and bigger More painful too Leaving behind scars Everyday life Getting hit Tears down my eyes Trapped Domestic Violence Happens from behind Don't ignore it Let the cry be heard Help is available Future is uncertain But good things can happen To those willing to change Prompt: Domestic Violence Awareness Month Line Count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" |
| Clip clop clip clop The sound of hooves Drew near Neigh neigh The cry of a horse Calls out "Come out come out Wherever you are for I am here," The rider called out. Out I came A bucket in my hand Prepared. The rider aloft Missing a head but body intact Turned toward me. In fear I turned Only to find him in front of me Vulnerable. "No, no, no. You haven't said the magic word. Go on." I thought and thought The magic word couldn't be simple And panicked. "Please go on. It's Halloween night. Let me be." "You said it. I'm going on my way to trick Someone else." Prompt: Headless Horseman Line Count: 30 Contest: "Lighthouse On The Cliff Contest" |
| The time has come when the dead will walk among the living. I eagerly set burning candles on the windowsills and set a plate of food on my back porch. It only happens once a year and I never know who I will meet. Then I knelt down and prayed. It was custom to pray for my ancestors. May they rest in peace. It was a time to learn and watch. One thing that worried me was if a faerie came. They seek to disturb the dead and create chaos. I yawned and then looked at the time on my watch, and saw it was almost time. I finished my prayer and moved my hands over my face. Honoring the dead the best I could as I glanced at the backyard. All seemed calm and quiet, but I wasn't fooled. A faerie could be lurking just around the corner. With a swish and a swirl, I thought I saw something. Then a glimmer here and there an ordinary fairy appeared. Upon closer examination I noticed her wings were tainted, the tell tale sign that it was a faerie. I held my breath and felt my heart beat wildly as the faerie drew near. I didn't know her name. "Good evening, care if I join you? Why don't we start with your name first?" the faerie asked. "Fishy. And yours?" I replied, not daring to give my real name. "Do I really need to say? I am so hungry I could eat a horse. Say, that looks like a very good meal. May I have a taste?" "No you may not. It is a very special meal. I just don't want you anywhere near it." "Snickerdoodle. What is the occasion?" Blood Moon said. Now I recognized the faerie. "Nothing, Blood Moon. Just enjoying some peace and quiet." "Well then I'll be on my way." I watched with a smile as Blood Moon looked disappointed. I knew not to trust faeries and wasn't sure if she was going to try another stunt. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a young Irish person following the light of my candles. My Great Grandfather my conscience told me as he neared. Then the faerie left for good. "Over here," I whispered quietly and a breeze seemed to pick up my voice and carry it over to my great grandfather. "What a delicious meal you made for me my great granddaughter. Thank you for letting me eat it. I got a story to tell. "It begins with growing potatoes. It starts with a spud and grows into a good size plant. Deep down inside, the potato grows big, fat, and full. "Start small. Work your way big. And you'll be as healthy as can be with just the right amount of right, healthy choices." My Great Grandfather finished eating his meal and then turned and made a salute. I saluted back and smiled. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night. His words gave me a lasting impression. Big wisdom in just so few words. Prompt: Write a story about being visited by a departed ancestor. Word count: 519 Contest: "Holiday Short Story Contest - closed" |
| Contest: "October Novel Prep Challenge" Prompt: Plot background story Jarkin the evil overlord settled back in his chair. His hair ran rampant amongst his white skinned face. His arms and hands were as dark as night though, he didn't know why. Out of his people, he was the only one. He wanted to live, live to see his only son grow up. Not die. Not this summer. He was still evil, and he was still an overlord. But he had Kara, along with Wolf, his newborn son. He had grand plans. At what cost he didn't care. He wanted to wreak havoc upon others. His own betrayals had hurt so much. He didn't care. He wanted them back safe and sound. They were kidnapped. There was something missing. He wanted lightning to strike to force others to do his bidding freely. And his target was Arbor Lake, far from where he lived. He wanted to control spirits so that he could control the environment as he pleased. He despised the stories about how spirits mattered and life would cease to exist without them. He believed life could be controlled if they were under his control. He also wanted immortality and would love to gain that. 100 innocent souls needed to be sacrificed. He didn't care about its side effects. He wanted to live forever. He had his heart in it. He didn't believe it would drive him insane. Shatah was his target. He had heard of her from the Omahians. Words traveled fast across the continent. Though it became just a legend in his territory, he believed in it. No way would he give up. Lightning was the perfect excuse. Now all he needed to do was to execute it. This could be done by casting a spell. He knew it would take a few days to make it happen, but it could be done. First, he needed to mix the ingredients into a large pot. That will do he thought as he poured the last of the corn flour into the boiling water. Then he chanted as he stirred and through it all thought about his wife and his son. Would his son recognize him he didn't know. But they had been kidnapped far too long in his mind's eye. He wanted them back. To love them again as a loving father deserved. He wanted his son to grow old. The water boiled over and the next day he knew the potion was ready for the next step. Making a circle out of rocks, sticks, and hide, he knew it wouldn't be long before the sun set. Already dark out when he started enchanting, hoping to draw out the power of undead lightning. |
| "What is that?" Milly said fearfully. Dust seemed to be flowing onto Mike's hand and then pouring onto the ground. "It is your feeling of fear. All in the dust," Mike said. The dust disappeared from the glass jar and settled onto Mike's hand, what was left of it. "You can't do this to me. I have no fear of anything," Milly said. "Yes, you do. It is right here in this handful of dust. Watch what it does now. Hold your wand steady. I have taught you many times to face your fear. You'll be facing your fear in this handful of dust," Mike said. "I can't believe you are saying that I have fear in a handful of dust. It's just dust. Why don't we move on to something else," Milly countered. "Just watch the just please," Mike said with a sigh. At first, nothing happened. Not a single particle of dust moved. All of a sudden Milly started to see venomous snakes, spiders, and scorpions of all sizes wriggling out of the dust. Yet he couldn't move. The animals started crawling all over, growing closer and closer. He imagined his wand not working so he wouldn't be able to fend off the animals pouring out. It seemed to be sucking him in slowly, one piece of mind at a time. He couldn't look away. Then he imagined them poisoning Mike so Mike would die soon. Very soon. "No!" Milly screamed and tripped over her foot. She fell with knocking some pans nearby to the ground. The scene was so real and vivid. When she turned over to her back she sat up and looked around. Her wand was gone. Mike was gone. "Mike!" Nothing soothed her. Mike was standing before her just a few minutes ago, holding a handful of dust. Now he was gone. She needed to get out. She stood up and looked around. Blood stained walls appeared. Where was the door? She needed to get out. And find her wand. Prompt: 3) I will show you fear in a handful of dust. - T. S. Eliot Word count: 354 Contest: "The Bard's Hall Contest" |
| "Welcome! How can I assist you today?" AI Kate opened her blue, glassy eyes as I walked near. "I am here for an interview. Where do I need to go?" Jason asked bowing down. "You may sit in the waiting room and I will message Mr. Joy to let him know you are here. Anything else?" "Yes. I don't know where the waiting room is. Would you please show me where to go?" "I can assist you with that." AI Kate had wheels to move around on attached to her legs. Kate began to move forward and then turned around the corner. Jason followed. There was a long corridor ahead of them. He wondered why the waiting room was too far away from the entrance. The computer person kept on rolling down the corridor as if it was a normal thing to do. "How long will it take?" Jason asked. "Approximately 3 minutes 45 seconds and 2 milliseconds." "What is your math knowledge?" Jason was amazed. "Approximately 2.3 quantillion probabilities with math," Kate replied. "That is absolutely mind blowing. You sure do seem to be very effective. Oh, that must be your boss," Jason tugged at his collar and tie and sweated a little. Suddenly he worried that he smelled. "Welcome. You must be Jason. I am Mr. Joy. It is a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Joy said. "Pleasure to meet you too. And Kate," Jason said. "At your service," Kate interrupted. "AI is a wonderful thing to have. We have spaceships and flying cars but robots with AI is a rare sight to see. Now, for the interview. We will go to a large conference room. I hope you had a pleasant experience with Kate. She is in training mode. We hope to spread AI all over the universe. Now, shall we begin?" Mr. Joy said. Prompt: How do we deal with AI? How can we incorporate AI in our daily lives? Word Count: 327 Contest: "The Science Fiction Short Story Contest" |
| Mental illness is like physical illness All the aches and pains of emotion Not everyone is aware But help is on the way Books are out there Call lines are out there The word spreads rapidly Mental illness is being learned Schizophrenia Bipolar Depression Anxiety Suffering like physical pain Relievers are on the way Therapy is soothing And there are doctors for it Mental illness comes and goes Treatment will help control it Awareness goes a long way Rising supportive people Prompt: Mental Illness Awareness Month Line count: 20 Contest: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" |
| Prompt: The aliens were here all along Word count: 609 Contest: "Thrice Prompted" "Where are the aliens?" Micheal asked in disgust. "I don't know. They should've been here by now. This place is getting a bit chilly. I think I'll put on my jacket," Joe said. Then he put on a bright red leather jacket. A baby dragon crawled out from under the bush while Micheal was looking at that area. Awed, he picked up the dragon with his hands. Its scales pierced through his skin a little bit, causing his hands to bleed. He dropped the dragon accidentally and then looked at his hands. Startled, the dragon barely caught his pants and held on for a little bit until it felt certain it was safe to let go. A rustle in the bushes was ignored. "The aliens are here, watching us," the baby dragon said. Joe turned around. "What do you know about the aliens?" Joe asked. "Fuzzy, real fuzzy. They called themselves aliens," the baby dragon said. "That doesn't make any sense. Aliens aren't fuzzy. There sure are a lot of squirrels around this area. Maybe what you saw were a bunch of squirrels," Micheal said. He had studied pictures of aliens for a long time. He didn't quite believe in the pictures of fuzzy aliens though. "Lots of them. They want nuts," the baby dragon continued. All of a sudden a bunch of squirrels showed up. Micheal and Joe laughed. They had seen squirrels a bunch of time, but not so many at once. This didn't deter them from stopping their search for aliens. The baby dragon sighed. This wasn't what it had seen. Suddenly the squirrels started transforming into round, furry fuzzballs with legs and eyes. Now this was what the baby dragon had seen. "We come to Earth in peace," one of the aliens said. "Hold on, you were here all along?" Micheal asked, shocked. The fuzzball nodded eagerly. It flipped on top of another one and slowly they formed a triangular wall. Micheal and Joe gasped with wonder as the aliens started transforming once more. This time they took in the appearance of a Velociraptor. Joe clapped his hands. "What a wonderful performance. Now that we are all here I would like to show you around. I know you lost your spaceship but maybe it can be fixed. So a car shop might give you ideas on how to fix it," Joe said. "That is a brilliant idea," the alien said. "I still don't quite believe you're aliens because you are all so fuzzy. Oh, what about the baby dragon?" Micheal said. "I can take care of myself," the baby dragon said. "Okay now. Car shop it is," Joe said. They went to the car dealer and found the place closed. Then they went next door and asked the junk man if there were spare parts that could be used. The junk man agreed and let the alien in. He kept staring at the alien wide eyed in disbelief. Soon the alien found what they wanted to use. A special gem was jammed up in a pipe caught the alien's attention. It struggled to get the special gem out of the pipe. Then it returned where the junk man waited. "Is this what you needed?" the junk man asked. "Yes," the alien replied. "Be on your way then." They walked out of the junk yard and returned to the spaceship. Lights were still on. The alien went straight to work, returning to the shape of many fuzzballs. The lights flickered then went brighter than ever. They all cheered. Now the alien could return to outer space. |
| Why did the cows go to the theater I do not know Maybe they went to see the moovies Or to hang out in outer space A wheelbarrow rolls down the hill The cow gets in To watch the moovies it goes To see reindeer and cowboys Prompt: None Lline count: 8 Contest: "The Humorous Poetry Contest" |
| "Rocky Mountains it is," I said as I went into my Pontiac Grand Am 1990. Only redesigned with a rocket gauge in the back. I patted the steering wheel with my left hand as I turned the ignition with my right hand. The engine roared to life. "That's it Molly, you can do this." I pulled on the gear and shifted it into reversed the car from the driveway. The journey was just one day's drive away. I was going to make it tonight. Of course, the smart idea would be to spend a night in the hotel before driving to the mountains. I couldn't wait to get there in my dream car. Then my cat came out meowing at me. I couldn't leave behind my cat. But I had plans for my neighbor to take care of him. I honked and my cat went back inside the house through the doggy door. I drove on out of town and onto the interstate. The cars passed by me as if they were in a rush. I was in no rush at all to get to where I wanted to go. I continued to drive. A couple hours passed and I ran into stopped traffic. I looked at my gas gauge and sighed. I needed to pull over soon to get some gas. Otherwise I would run out of gas and have to solve the problem before dark. A couple hours was a long way from home. The traffic creeped along until I started seeing cones. Construction work was blocking a lane. I pulled over to the other lane and then followed the creeping cars. My gas gauge went to zero and the construction wasn't over yet. I ran out of gas along the way. A person came up to by my window so I rolled the window down. "Excuse me madam. What is the matter?" "I ran out of gas and my car died," I replied. "Let me help you. I got a gas can filled with gas. It would just be enough to get you to the nearest gas station." "Oh that would be great. I want to get to town by dark if I could help it." "You will be on your way." The person disappeared and it felt like eternity. I heard some more cars honking behind me. There was no way the car would run. I waited for the person to come back. When the person finally came back he showed me the gas can. I unlocked the cover to the gas so that he could fill me up. After he was ready I turned on the key switch. My car started as if nothing had happened. I thanked the person and then started driving, hoping the construction would end so that I could drive to the nearest gas station. Not far did I have to wait to find a gas station. Night fell as I put gas in and I yawned. Since the streets were clearer I could dare use the rocket gauge installed in my car. I paid for the gas and got inside. Then I drove a ways back onto the interstate. "Okay Molly, show me what you could do." The rocket gauge blared and the car jerked. Next thing I knew I was up in the air. I wasn't the only car rising into the air though. All around me cars were taking flight. We veered in the direction of the road, leaving behind the trucks that couldn't fly. I went the rest of the way and filled up with gas again near my destination. Word Count: 616 Prompt: What are you driving? Where are you going? Contest: "BlackAdder's Cantina Space Opera Contest" |
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