Logan Pengelly

Caz Sand

Sean King

Benjamin Chandler

Alex Ramir

Emily J

Sam Becker

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The phone, now mad, sits next to you at the theater

Or so I thought… I felt less drowsy, yes, but somehow the faeries started to feel more and more real! Did the mayonnaise really made me feel sick, or did my boyfriend gave me something else?
Suddenly one of the faeries started talking to me and I started to feel

light. Like I was floating above the ground. Not floating, flying! Everyone was larger and I kept hearing a high tinkling sound. Then it hit me like a scoop of macaroni salad: that wasn’t mayonnaise. It was

tzatziki! Someone spiked my gyro! But who? The blonde who seated me? She seemed kinda shifty, blue eyes darting. Or maybe my waiter? He wasn't too enthusiastic when he yelled "Opah!" as my saganaki went up in flames. Or maybe it was the bartender? Did he slip a Mickey in my ouzo?

I scanned the establishment taking in every action of every patron in it. Until everything began to seemingly move in slow motion. I grabbed my hat and my coat and fumbled my way to the door. I need to lie down! I found my way to the grass just as blackness closed in on me.

I heard a rough voice. “Wake up!” I struggled towards consciousness. No one was there. “Huh?” I tried to speak. The voice came again. “Look in your pocket.” I pulled out my buzzing phone. “Now you see the control I have over you—don’t forget it! It’s time to do things my way.”

immediately had a reaction—I was deathly allergic to mayonnaise! Suddenly I felt dizzy, scaled beasts and nude faeries circled above. “Help,” I whimpered. My magic
boyfriend grabbed my pills and patted them into my Minotaur mouth. I whinnied and all was fine for a moment.

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A zombie comes over and the CPA who’s name is Gianni Conner gets bitten. The CPA-zombie shambles over a few blocks to find that Principal Brown (the CPA-zombie’s teacher) was using a dirt bike to ride to the

Calculator Depot. An accountant can never have enough calculators. They have thin solar calculators, desk calculators, big cachunky adding machines, slide rules, proportion wheels, and a wide selection of abacuses.

Being the perfectionist I am, I choose 2 abacuses:
One smaller and red, and another bigger and blue.
I can’t fight with zombies, but I can surely count how many get turned into them. Meanwhile, Caroline

was going through my iTunes. "What's this?" she asked, clicking on a playlist that shared her name. "Don't open—" I cried, but it was too late. She saw it. All 327 covers of "Sweet Caroline" I'd recorded over the last 5 years. She played one & my voice warbled over the speakers.

“Caroline, I .. I-“ I shuddered. Caroline giggled and embraced me. “This is the sweetest thing I have ever heard! I want to hear them all,” she shouted clicking through the playlist. It was in that moment, as we laughed and listened, that I felt closer to her than anyone before.

We listened all night, laughing, talking, our eyes occasionally welling up. How had we spent so many years not knowing each other. Was it too late? We were both advancing in years, as one could tell from the soundtrack. Then suddenly, without thinking twice, I kissed her.

I found myself sitting across from an undead CPA. “I don’t like the look of this,” she said, scanning my 401k. We each moaned. “Reckon you’ll be working another 20 years. Have any skills?” My jaw dropped. The CPA facepalmed and her nose fell off. Guess living’s the easy part.

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Macaroni Dots

You realize something about the voice that has been following you and it is that the phone is PAL from that movie you watched called The Mitchell’s VS the Machines

“But you said movies aren’t real, Mommy! How can an animated movie character be a phone? I’m only seven, but I’m seriously sick of your lies.”

The mom then slapped the poop out of the child.” You do not question my words you pathetic worm, now let’s go!”. They walked over to the movie theater, and sat in their seats.

Movie trailers stuttered over the screen. A comedy about a man in love with a houseplant. A thriller about a nurse who steals her patients' eyes. A fantasy epic about dragons, knights, & elf nudists. Another comedy—this one about a lion playing baseball. None of them looked good.

Except maybe for that epic about dragons and elven nudists. I definitely dig that.
My “boyfriend” arrived and sat with me, just as the movie was about to start. I was so hungry, that I didn’t noticed that I just bite a sandwich full of mayonnaise that I…

"I sure have," said the phone. "I'm just so, so lonely." I took pity on it then. I picked the phone up & cradled it in my hands. "I'll be your friend," I said. "Oh!" sighed the phone, "Companionship at last!" I swiped away its face to find the apps. "You got Candy Crush, though?"

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Lynsie Lucas

I was first the kid in Little River, Maine to fall down an open mine shaft.

I fell for what seemed like hours, tumbling to the bottom, pitch black all around me. The good news? I had my trusty flashlight with fresh batteries. The bad news? I wasn’t sure there was a way out of this mess.

Then I remembered Otter Scout saying #7: "where there's a will, there's a way." So I searched the bottom of the hole in a methodical manner, looking for a way to escape.

I grabbed my fleshlight from my pocket, and started making out with it, then I grabbed my flashlight, and looked around for any roots to grab onto. There was a big dangly one from above, I could just jump to reach it. Once I got back out of the hole, I found myself in a different

Place… a very dark and strange place with walls that looked like flesh, and floor that felt like if Imbone and mucus. I saw at the horizon and saw a very tall and kind of phalic structure. I started to feel real fear… so I grabbed the first thing in my pocket: my fleshlight

I sighed. Why did my brother put gross things in my pockets? The other pocket had a package of mustard & a pen that said "Li'l Orphans Labor Camp." Ha-ha, bro. Approaching the meaty tower, I realized it was actually a giant bratwurst. My brother's mustard came in handy after all.

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As you look at new apps for TikTok in the App Store you find a interactive story app named Untitled

Is the Name of this Game. It was free, so I downloaded it and gave it a shot. My phone made a series of whistles and popping sounds, then the screen cycled through primary colors. “Let’s begin” whispered a voice behind me.

… A hoarse and guttural voice that sounded in a way, child like. I turned my head but no one was there.
Suddenly, a notification from the app appeared on the screen.
I tapped on it and

my phone made a buzzing sound, then went dark. I put it in my pocket with sweaty hands and paced down the street, shoulders hunched. I heard the voice again. “Stop following me!” I screamed. Just then I felt my phone getting hot in my pocket. It burned as I fumbled to find it.

I grabbed and threw it down. As it hit the floor it spun around, grew larger and grew a face. “Think you can get rid of me that easily?” The phone said with a grin. “What?” I fumbled. “Are you the voice that’s been talking me to me?”

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The accident wasn't Meredith's fault but it was just easier for everyone to blame her.

After all, Meredith constantly had conflicts with Rose, and her fatal and tragic accident was very close to the place where they had their last discussion, in front of all of us.

Was it an accident? Or was it murder? I tossed and turned all night, replaying my interactions with Meredith and Rose. Suddenly, I remembered

a crucial fact. Rose was allergic to watermelon! So why would she be in a melon field in the first place? Very suspicious indeed.

It was possible that these were a different kind of melon to the one that made her skin itch and her throat close, but Rose doubted it. With her luck they were definitely watermelons, so she'd need to be very careful.

She took a small nibble. Whatever it was, it was pretty tasty. Another nibble. Like a refreshing splash of water, light with a sweet flavor. She paused and instinctively grabbed her phone, going straight to the contact with a watermelon emoji for the name. “Me again,” she said.

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