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Amy Nielsen

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Sean King

Mandy M

Yuki Asahina

Jon Smith

English

“I suspected this,” muttered he, gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening and his mind becoming more troubled with each passing moment of this infuriating scenery.

Ahead of him on the highway a jack-knifed semi spilled tons of toilet paper and paper towel rolls. Idiot drivers abandoned their vehicles to pack them with the loot. He beeped and cursed but no one cared. He’d be late—no doubt and Don would be pissed.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one; the drivers behind him were expressing similar frustration, beeping like crazy! Three police cars went to the idiot drivers. "Excuse me, people, you shouldn't be blocking the road" said a policeman. But an idiot driver just blew a raspberry.

They started mocking the police officers and one of them insisted on spin his car in circles. "Excuse me, officer, you shouldn't be, prfff! Prrff!" said the most idiot driver. "You must be the king of the idiots as you are wearing a burger king's crown"

The cop felt his temperature rising along with his anger. But he remembered his conflict resolution training. He proposed, “How about we settle this like gentlemen: with a game of chess?”

A smile crept on his adversary's lips, “My favorite.” With the chess board set up, the cop made the first move. The “gentleman” picked up the knight piece and sat there. Minutes passed and the cops anger rose. Then his adversary threw the piece at his eye, laughing, “I win!”

The cop, stunned and enraged, could only watch as the “gentleman” sauntered away, leaving the board—and the game—scattered. “Victory tastes sweet,” the adversary taunted, “but in this world, it’s only a game if you’re still playing.”

Everyone loves people

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JO MO

Joey Dias

Kanwarjoy Singh

Benjamin Chandler

German

Da war eine Geschichte voller Sachen und so

One day, there was nothing. All of the stuff disappeared and a void filled the story. The only thing that could be sensed was a distant voice saying, “Come find me. I will bring you home.” Except this voice only filled you with dread and fear.

We needed hope. A small voice pushing back the darkness. And it appeared. A smaller voice from beyond the void saying “I am the way.”

Soon, a blinding light appeared and the voice kept growing incessantly. We followed the light into the thick bushes and pointed thorns leading us towards nothing but mere darkness until we saw something that we wished we wouldn’t have.

There, in the thick, thorny darkness lay our worst of all possibilities, the living nightmare we'd all hoped to avoid, the gross reminder of our fragility and imperfection. Sit down carefully, reader, as we tell you: waiting for us in the dark, it was hemorrhoids!

A Voice from the Void

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Zoe Becker

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

She had information on who took his sister a week ago, and now he needed to find some answers. Taking one last sip of his coffee, he stuffed the photograph back in his pocket and walked toward the woman.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

Jerry’s body shook as he stared into the creatures eyes. It was his sister. He thought he had more time before she transformed, but they must’ve done something to release her true self. There was nothing else that could be done. The earth was no more.

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