Saturday, July 15, 2023



And the WINNERS of the July WRITING TO GET PUBLISHED Flash Fiction Contest ARE...

#2, #3, and #4 -- ALL with TWO VOTES EACH
(#1 had ONE vote)

IT WAS VERY CLOSE!!!

Dialogue Between Two Inanimate Objects by West19WSSS

Pen: why are you so dull?
Pencil: because i get used so often :(
Pen: why don’t you run away
Pencil: if i run away where will i go?
Pen: i don't know; pennsylvania
Pencil: we already live there dumb dumb
Pen: ok jeez no need to be so harsh
Pencil: ok sorry, i just got a bit frustrated, wanna play a game
Pen: sure, what are we gonna play
Pencil: hide and seek
Pen: ok, i call hider
Pencil: then i’ll be seeker
Pen: count to 15
Pencil: ok. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 ready or not here i come
Pen: you’ll never find me

10 minutes later

Pencil: found you, that’s the end of this round, and your life >:-)
Pen: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Friday, July 14, 2023

Yoga To Do In Class by MW


  1. Yogas to do in class And exercise
  2. Down dog.
  3. Up dog.
  4. Sit down aka what your teacher will tell you to do when you…
  5. Sit up(s).
  6. Push up.
  7. Push down (on the green button no, but you can do it to the red one).
  8. Sleep.
  9. Be locked up and get buff to escape.
  10. Run boi (or girl) run.
  11. h@v3 fun

Comic Strip by nc


 

FLASH FICTION CONTEST #4

Toad: why are you so slimy?
Salamander: I don’t know. Why are you so bumpy and rough?
Toad: I was just born that way.
Salamander: exactly and I was born slimy.
Toad: ok well what type of Salamander are you?
Salamander: what type of toad are you?
Toad: a natterjack toad. And you still haven't told me what type of Salamander you are.
Salamander: I never said I was going to tell you.
Toad: so I told you what type of toad I am for nothing?
Salamander: yeah pretty much.
Toad: so you tricked me?
Salamander: yep.
Toad: I was so dumb to think that you were going to tell me.
Salamander: yes you were. Do you know what it means to call someone slimy?
Toad: no.
Salamander: of course you don’t. Calling someone slimy basically means that they are a trickster.
Toad: oh. Well in that case you are slimy.
Salamander: slimy as in texture or slimy as in sneaky?
Toad: Does it really matter your kind of both. Oh sorry did I say kind of I meant to say you ARE both.
Salamander: >:-)
Toad: what does that mean?!? Salamander, SALAMANDER?!?
Salamander: you're about to find out, and when you do your last words will be…
Toad: w-w-what will my last words be.
Toad: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Macaroni by nc

Somebody once told me

The world was macaroni so i went and took a bit out

Of a tree it tasted kinda funny so i spit it at a monkey and the

Monkey started swearing at me 10,000 years later it turned into darth vader

So he threw his lightsaber at me he miss inch and hit my

Friend the grinch

Dog by CF

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Thursday, July 13, 2023

Passwords by LB

Please choose a password

hi 

Your password must have at least one uppercase letter.

Hi

Password must be at least 12 characters long

HiHiHiHiHiHi

Password must have a number

HiHiHiHiHiHi1

The digits in your password must add up to 25

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555

Password must have a special characters

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^

Your password must include a month of the year

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^may

There must be roman numerals in you password

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^mayI

The roman numerals must multiply to 35.

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^mayVVII

Your password must include today’s wordle answer

HIHIHiHiHiHi55555^^mayVVIICOCOA

Your password must have a two letter symbol from the periodic table

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^mayVVIICOCOANe

Your Password must contain a phase of the moon as an emoji

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^mayVVIICOCOANe 🌒

Your password must contain at least 1 bold Character 

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^mayVVIICOCOANe ðŸŒ’

Your password must contain at least 1 underlined Character 

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^mayVVIICOCOANe ðŸŒ’

Your password must contain at least 1 italic Character 

HiHiHiHiHiHi55555^^mayVVIICOCOANe ðŸŒ’

Your Password must be less than 20 characters long, yours is 32

Poem of Books, Poem of Poems by LB and CA

Books come in all shapes and sizes
On every page there are new surprises
Sit there and read as time flies.
But cry if the main character dies.
Ever book has a different story
But the horror ones are very gory
Fairy tales are cute and small
And Matilda was made by Roald Dahl.
There are some that are quite rotten, really...
And some are good as fantasy!
So go on and give a cheer
To medieval ones with lots of deer!

[The above poem has been edited by the owner of this site for under 18 appropriateness]


I decided to write a poem of poems
Which is honestly quite nice in theory
My teachers don’t like it, I discovered
And parents don’t either.
But they say to put your
“Heart and soul into it”
and that can only be achieved with a poem of poems, obviously.
For me, at least.
It’s all my feelings in one place.
You’re like a “rebel” if you write a poem of poems.
Like you're trying to go against all that your teachers said.
No, I’m not trying to be funny,
Why did all the kids laugh?
I’m simply writing a poem of poems!

The Apple Doesn't Fall by AB



                                                 
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How Cats See Themselves by CF

Celebrities
All-knowing
Terrific
Sophisticated

Toad and Salamander by MW

toad: why are you so slimy?

Salamander: I don’t know. Why are you so bumpy and rough?

Toad: I was just born that way.

Salamander: exactly and I was born slimy.

Toad: ok well what type of Salamander are you?

Salamander: what type of toad are you?

Toad: a natterjack toad. And you still haven't told me what type of Salamander you are.

Salamander: I never said I was going to tell you.

Toad: so I told you what type of toad I am for nothing?

Salamander: yeah pretty much.

Toad: so you tricked me?

Salamander: yep.

Toad: I was so dumb to think that you were going to tell me.

Salamander: yes you were. Do you know what it means to call someone slimy?

Toad: no.

Salamander: of course you don’t. Calling someone slimy basically means that they are a trickster.

Toad: oh. Well in that case you are slimy.

Salamander: slimy as in texture or slimy as in sneaky?

Toad: Does it really matter your kind of both. Oh sorry did I say kind of I meant to say you ARE both.

Salamander: >:-)

Toad: what does that mean?!? Salamander, SALAMANDER?!?

Salamander: you're about to find out, and when you do your last words will be…

Toad: w-w-what will my last words be.

Toad: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

FLASH FICTION CONTEST#2

STAGE ONE: UNDERGROUND

Somewhere there is a chamber in which the Underground is…

From files under the label of worldwidefiles.intel.underground.classified-

The Underground: A worldwide group of trained telepathic assassins, with bases in the USA, Russia, China, and Brazil. Masters of the streets and very dangerous. Avoid at all costs. Right now, as you read this, the Underground are deciding who to kill next.

Precisely 200 cloaked figures enter the chamber. They sit in a perfect circle, completely silent and still, connecting their minds so that everyone’s thoughts are intertwined. If they didn’t do this, the noise would surely alert the civilians above on the street - 200 people speaking could be heard through a layer of concrete. Then one of them speaks in a rough voice.

“The Alchemist.”

THE ALCHEMIST IS AN OUTLANDISH MAGICAL SORCERER, the Underground’s minds scream, amplified by each other's' mind-voices. The noise almost overwhelms the leader’s mind. This verdict is what they had been trained to believe, through dreams and messages from the government - they were simply channels for this information. The leader considers their thoughts, listening to every mind carefully and precisely. They nod.

“The Butcher.”

There is no clear decision in the Underground’s minds, only disorganized mumbling and muttering. The leader listens to each one, then exhales.

They broadcast to the Underground’s minds: The Alchemist. At that moment, it is decided - their next victim will be the Alchemist.

He’ll be dead within a day.

STAGE TWO: DUTY

Two hours later, the Underground enters the Alchemist’s dilapidated home through the chimney, the windows, the doors. They move silently and make short work of him, a clean and precise kill. They do not enjoy this, nor carelessly slaughter, instead do their duty with utmost respect. They leave as quickly as they came, soft footsteps fleeing the scene.

They report back to the Underground leader: It is done. The leader grunts in respect. Yes, they reply. The Alchemist is dead, and his death will have an effect on this community.

STAGE THREE: WITHER

Somewhere there is a family who only survives because of the Alchemist. Now the Underground has ripped their family from its roots and tossed it to the seas. They struggle to survive over the next few weeks, each day growing paler and weaker - on the edge of death. Without the lifesaving magical cure, they begin to wither and die.

Each member of the family has to leave a loved one: The daughter is forced to say goodbye to her lover, the parents forced to bid farewell to the prospect of this family continuing. Once they come to peace with the fact that they will die, there is nothing left to live for.


STAGE FOUR: SORROW

Somewhere the daughter’s lover weeps, her form frail and weak. In this community, you never know who is next, so the lover has prepared for this moment. But little can prepare you for this. Grief is heavier than a thousand tons, heavier than the heaviest weight on your chest. She will carry it with her until she accepts it, until she lets it go free. Only then will she be released from the weight.

STAGE FIVE: CIRCLE

The girl never knew the Alchemist, yet she had been affected by his death. By the family dying, then the lover, her neighbor, struggling with grief, she had seen two things: That the ripples of his death would go on to affect everyone in the community, whether they knew him or not. Such was the power of the Underground: they could, with a single targeted death, affect everyone. This was why they were so dangerous - what they decided to do could shape the fate of every person even remotely connected to them.

The other thing she knew was the importance of a better-managed Underground, where deaths were not simply arranged, but planned-out months in advance. She decided that she would become the next leader of the Underground.

STAGE SIX: OVERTAKING

Somewhere, there was a girl that wanted to become the next leader of the Underground…

The girl joined the Underground and quickly rose through the ranks until she was ready to challenge the current leader. To become the leader of the Underground, you had to kill the current leader with nothing but your bare hands. She did this dutifully and immediately renamed the Underground to the Aboveground.

She gave the members of the Underground an ultimatum, threatening to imprison them if they disagreed with her proposition of joining her in bettering the world. Some escaped, but most either joined the Aboveground or were put behind bars.

She also funded schools, orphanages, and other public services that had been in decline or even disappeared when the Underground took over. She taxed the citizens and hosted fundraisers. She fully devoted her life to bettering the world through the vast powers of the Aboveground. Even though almost eighty percent of the country was still battered and flea-ridden with gangs, the Aboveground’s base was mostly free of those groups. She would have to keep fighting, but if she did, she was sure that the Aboveground would prevail.

FIVE YEARS LATER

The girl’s granddaughter was now the triumphant leader of the Aboveground. It was a worldwide peace organization devoted to everyone in the area. The girl’s (and her predecessors’) success was crucial to the economy - what was a struggling, alley-cat, half-dead, abandoned country was now a sprawling metropolis full of citizens. When you are devoted to making a change, the change happens.

You may be wondering who this girl is. Her name has long since been lost to the winds, slipping into the endless river of time and never resurfacing. But, even 2,000 years after the founding of the Aboveground, in 7084, we remember the effect that the line of Aboveground leaders had on this world.