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Sean King

Monty Fox

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When she touched the gold earrings, they turned silver.

She peeked left and right, ensuring no one noticed what was happening. As she was going to take them off her ears, she saw a boy gazing at her.

“Yo, how’s it cooking good lookin?” The boy said. She immediately decided to take off the earrings and back away. The fact that he was missing shoes wasn’t a good sign. She turns to leave and he rushes after her and says “Wait! I can do better. I’ve never done this before.”

Outgoing as he is, he freezes, staring just above her. His jaw opens wider than normal revealing a glossy rounded brown tongue, black underneath.. protruding from his ever widening mouth, slowly, excrementally, getting wider and bigger. It wasn't a tongue, it was a shoe, a brogue

shiny oxblood leather shoes emerging from his mouth, followed by ankles and legs. He flips over to stand on his second legs, revealing the back of his T-shirt. It reads (upside-down, but now rightside- up) “These teeth are made for walking”.

Silver, Gold, and Oxblood Brogues

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Janelle S.

Chelsea Clarke

Benjamin Chandler

Her intuition said no but her curiosity wanted to check it out.

The door across from her house looked too much like a donut for her to just ignore it. So she decided to walk to the door.

A world of donuts. Sadly, all jelly filled so I was absolutely revolted. It’s like the monkey fingers. Why must I be so cursed. Thankfully, I brought some crème filled ones. That’s when they started to sprint towards me. Their longjohn butt flaps, flapping in the wind.

I ran as fast as I can, squeezing some of the crème from the smaller crème-filled donuts to watch them slip and fall. However, they used their longjohn butt flaps as a slide to catch up to me and stuff my mouth with jelly-filled donuts— the worst form of torture.

"Mghnrrfn, fnwhumfgh!" I protested impotently as they continued to asphyxiate me. Reflexively I recalled my Donut Dojo training and within seconds had them bound up in a writhing creamy ball by their longjohn butt flaps. To this day whenever I see a door I can taste jelly donuts.

Donut Believe The Hype

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Raj Chaklashiya

Yuki Asahina

Josh Hansen

Sam Becker

The fastest way to become ostracized by society is to care about other people.
Case in point--I wear a respirator everywhere I go because in spite of everyone's massive denial, a pandemic is still happening, and people are continuing to get sick & disabled. Now everyone avoids me

They call me a doomsayer, a purveyor of unnecessary fear. Yet, every day, I see the empty spaces where friends once stood, their absence a silent testament to the reality they refuse to acknowledge. My respirator has become a symbol of their denial.

A cacophony of caustic carcinogens blasts through the air, labeled “Life Air” Every day we breathe it because Galactic Health Corp. says it’s mandatory for the better health of society. More and more of us are waking up, our respirators donned like fists in the air. Revolution.

We meander through the crowds who breathe this stuff and smirk, feeling unnecessary smugness. But then a whistle blows and a galactic security guard shouts: “you there! You’re under arrest for a prohibited respirator!” Unnecessary noise. We start to parkour away. We parkour hard.

We raced up the side of the building, swung around three antennas, then landed on the roof. We ran up the slope of the roof and unfurled our wings. We were one with the geese as we soared into the evening sky.

No Rest for the Respirated

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I’d never felt so embarrassed in my life. I knew I should’ve lied.

The judges stared at me, their mouths in thin lines. Then the leader, a woman with long red hair, spoke. “I guess we have no choice,” she said, “but to send you to Chicago.”

“Chicago?!” I exclaimed. “Thin is my patience for this court, thinner still your peering lips.” I spit on the floor, exaggerating the fullness of my lips. The Judges of Thin. Foul is the stench of their barely existent upper lip, but absolute is their judgment. To the mines I go.

Chicago was worse than I could have imagined, a place of torment and hopeless wails. Yet in the squalor of the mines, I found others with similar fullness of lip, and together we conspired an escape plan. I was going to make those Judges of Thin pay for their tyranny.

We waited until the night after the guards’ pay day, when they were short staffed and hung-over. We broke through a tunnel wall onto the old riverbank. From there we made our way south, in search of a place where we could live freely. Smell you later, Chicago!

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