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Nobody loves a pig wearing lipstick.

At least, that’s what Petunia had always been told. “It’s unnatural,” the others grunted. “No pig should try to be something she’s not.” But Petunia couldn’t help it. The lipstick made her feel like a sunset; bold, warm, unforgettable.

Still, the other animals in the barn whispered. Even the farmer’s daughter, Lily, wrinkled her nose. “Pigs don’t wear makeup, Dad,” she’d said, her voice sharp as a snapped twig.

That afternoon, Petunia sulked beneath an old oak tree, the scent of damp earth clinging to her. She rubbed her nose in the dirt, smearing away the soft wax. They were right.

Then she heard footsteps. Lily knelt beside her. “I didn’t mean to make you sad,” she whispered. From her pocket, she pulled out a tube of bright red lipstick, smooth as butter. Gently, she swiped it across Petunia’s sticky snout.

“There,” Lily said through her toothy smile. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Petunia blinked. Her heart fluttered like a trapped moth. Maybe nobody loved a pig wearing lipstick... until now.

She strutted back to the barn, head high, red lips gleaming like a ripe apple.

And this time, when the others whispered, she just smiled.

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He took one look at what was under the table and noped the hell out of there.

Bob could tell that it was not of this fable

and ran out of there with a scare

Bob could very well…smell

What was under the counter

For he had an encounter

It was a big as a mouse

You could smell it throughout the house.

It was as brown as a bear

I think it had hair

From its stench

You would wrench.

It looked like a giant raisin

Who is responsible for this creation

And poor Bob, he was scared

So unprepared

He got it in his hair

It was everywhere

Bob ran as fast as he could

It looked like a piece of wood.

He ran into a mall

Then Bob started to bawl.

He said “it was covered with mold,

It was so very old.”

The light shining on Bobs face

You could see it, it was all over the place.

His body smelt from the stink

So he washed himself in the sink

So silent you could hear a wink

Then Bob told his mom

she was surprisingly calm

And she said

“What goes on in your head?”

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No matter how beautiful the sunset, it saddened her knowing she was one day older. When most young people get older, they get excited. Because when you’re younger, and you get older, there are usually benefits. But Marideth is no longer young. She’s at the point in her life where when you get older, you start to rot. She looks at all of the young people with jealousy, seeing how easily they move, and comparing it to herself, who’s joints creak like a rusty door opening. But soon, all of her problems will be over! No more being confined to that saggy wheelchair, no more being forced to stay at Louis' house, where the walls groan at night, so nobody can get sleep! All of this will be solved by her building of her Time Machine. She had gotten the idea late one night, while watching “Back To The Future”. So, as soon as the movie was over, she ordered a flux capacitor, and bought a Dalorian. It would take about three years for the flux capacitor to arrive, but had bought the Dalorian three days later, after she had seen it on Craigslist. Soon, her problems will be over!

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The body piercing didn’t go exactly as he expected. When the needle for his belly button piercing stabbed him and popped his stomach. Then they had to rush him to the hospital to receive medical attention. By the time he got there it had been thirty minutes since the incident and the acids had reached his intestines so they needed to operate. They got him in there as fast as a rabbit but not fast enough. You could tell by his face that was pale as snow that he was in incredible pain. Within one hour and a half he was dead . His family came and cried an ocean of tears. After they heard the news they went to go buy a coffin they found one that was very soft and blue. They bought  it and planned the funeral. Then they gathered his things and put them in a box to be donated to goodwill. Once they were done their funeral was planned on his  birthday. After his funeral his siblings went to the bar and told funny stories about his life and how sad they were that he was gone. This is what happens when piercings go wrong.

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Name: Cora Zimmer

Date: March 19

Period: 6

one sock millions of memories

She did a happy dance because all of the socks from the dryer matched. As my mother used to say a lifetime ago, “You only need something small, a small bit of joy in a world of sadness”. I heard in the haze of oblivious childhood. It was now May 18, the luckiest day of the year when good things were supposed to happen. My luck has been faltering lately as delicate as a dandelion on the breeze until it is about to fall apart with the slightest gust. I knew something was missing from my life like a lost piece of an old puzzle. I was alone, in my small college dorm. I could hear the music coming from next door. Now I was scared for the future that seemed to not have a place for me. I have learned things that I wish I knew before: love is a lake , you don’t know how deep it is before you jump and lose your footing. As I looked through the old photo album I noticed hidden… behind the old photo album single sock mom knitted, soft in the palm of my hand long ago just like I remembered.

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Karen realized the only way she was getting into heaven was to cheat. But how? How was she supposed to trick God and his angels? She could ask her daughter, Karen the Second, to distract God while Karen snuck into heaven. Yes! That’s it! She just has to be as stealthy as a panther. So she talked to her daughter and Karen the Second reluctantly agreed. The golden gates of heaven seemed to be glaring at Karen  as she hid in a fluffy soft white rain cloud. God and his angels were sipping hot raspberry tea as they sat calmly on a cloud. Karen the Second ran frantically towards God, crying and screaming as if a serial killer was chasing her. God and his angels stood up with alarm. “My baby! My baby is missing! Please help me!” Cries Karen the Second. The angels began searching every nook and cranny. Karen smirked from her hiding spot as she watched the scene unfold. She sneakily, quietly snuck past the golden gates and immediately fell down to Hell. “No!” Screeched Karen. Satan laughed with glee. “Did you really think it was that easy to sneak into heaven?” Says Satan with a smirk.

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They called her name time and again, but were met with nothing but silence. While Daniel and Jasmine were looking for Martha in the dark, creepy forest, they heard howling wolves and the chirping of crickets. As they trotted through the forest, they passed a cabin that looked older than their 50 year old basement. Suddenly, they heard a twig that snapped behind them. They turned around, all they saw was a giant, brown grizzly standing as still as the Statue of Liberty in front of them. Without thinking, both siblings ran for their lives as the bear grew closer every second. They could only hide in a dim cave that appeared to be as small as a mouse hole from afar. Even though the entrance was small and smelled like moldy fish, one of them had to go anyway. “I am not gonna crawl through that dank, damp, dusty, disgusting tunnel!” Jasmine complained. “Well then you’ll throw the fish to lure the bear away,” Daniel explained. “Fine.” Jasmine chucked the slimy salmon. When Daniel found her, Martha was like a fish on land who made it to the water. The three went back to their cabin and ate supper.

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‘Please wait outside of the house’. The lettering on the sign was crooked and misshaped. The hinges screeched as it blew in the wind, knocking against the door in a rhythmic pattern. It was the only sound in the area; besides the noise of leaves crunching like fresh popcorn. I knocked carefully, afraid if I were to knock too rough the small building would crumble. The soft knock echoed through the door for a moment before that whispering silence returned. Waiting patiently for a reply felt like years, it being that quiet and slow outside. I knocked again, harder. The wailing silence hushed, and the door swung open and off its frame, crashing down to the ground and kicking up dust from the floor. The place was terribly built. The insides of the place were small and as tattered as the front. The room was completely empty and the walls were bare, there was only a note that was stuck to the ceiling. I tiptoed carefully on the hollow, squeaky floorboards, afraid they would break under me. I looked up to the note once in the middle of the room. It read ‘Gullible’.

Quite the place for a birthday party.

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Riley Marcus

3/17/25

Period 6

The job interview

Standing on one’s head at job interviews forms a lasting impression. He felt the door knob and twisted it open, when he heard a loud crash coming from down the hallway, he went to walk towards the only room with a light on. He entered down the hallway and then heard someone humming like a hummingbird's wings. As he got closer to the door he started to see a man in  a chair, the man was wearing a black suit with slippers on. When he took another step closer the wood floor made a screeching noise, the man then turned around, to his surprise he had an open wound on his right arm. He guessed it was from the loud crash that he heard earlier.”Come in, come in” Said the man in somewhat of an awkward tone, as he walked in and sat down in the chair the man just smiled. “And what may your name be?” He asked. He then replied with “Thomas…” The man then asked him to show him a talent he has. He got up from his chair, put his hands to his head… and took off his head and placed it on the ground…

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Katelyn Clark

3/17/25

Period 6

The paintbrush was angry at the color the artist chose to use. The paintbrush felt as though it would not snap like a twig and join its friends in the broken cup. The artist moved it with such technique that it felt like a gentle massage to the paintbrush. The artist dipped the paintbrush into more water and headed for the greenish orange. Once the paintbrush was dipped into the color it so strongly disliked, it wished to join its friends. The artist painted on the color with the bright blue, bright yellow and purple. The paintbrush fell into depression at the sight of the finished product and had a deep sorrow for the project. All those colors eaten up by the absorbent paper and put to waste. The artist signed the art, framed it, then hung it on the wall. The eyesore staring back at the paintbrush left the paintbrush disheartened. The artist then took one last look at his artwork before slowly walking away. The paintbrush rolled over and fell into the broken cup that had been placed on the floor. Then the paintbrush's unloyal friends attacked the paintbrush because they were jealous of the paintbrush's unbroken fullness.

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They got there early, and they got really good seats. Joanna was starting to think they might be sitting there for the rest of their lives and then some, but she sat quietly. She was restless and fidgeting with anticipation, but was rendered completely still when she looked up.

The dim lights cast soft golden shadows around the theater, making the great room appear even more enchanting. The ceiling towered above her and the walls were lined in a rich deep red velvet; graceful golden accents adorned the room. Bright spotlights shone pointedly at the stage, their beams illuminating drifting dust particles in the air. The grand scene looked somehow like a memory, or an old photograph come to life.

She gasped in awe, making her mother look up at her curiously. The air smelled of theater foods and old fabric. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” said her mother. Seeing her daughter appreciating the sacred space just as she had so many years ago nearly brought a tear to her eye. Both of the women’s attentions were pulled to where the spotlights focused when the heavy curtains began to draw. Behind them two words were revealed—‘Memory Lane’. The show was finally beginning.

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BIKES WITH ROCKETS

I know many children ask for a pony, but I wanted a bicycle with rockets strapped to it. When I was 6 years old all my friends wanted a pony for their birthday. I was a crazy girl back in the 90s and I wanted a bicycle with rockets. I wanted this because I would go faster than lightning. My parents wouldn’t get me one but I kept begging and begging. For Christmas my parents got me a puppy and I was happy to get it. I named him Rocket. I talked to my mom about a bicycle with rockets for my birthday and she said “that does not sound safe, how about a pony”. So I thought about saving money for my bicycle with rockets. I asked my neighbors if I could help with chores around their house. One of my neighbors said I can help with dusting. When I was helping I accidentally knocked over their lamp and the kaboom scared me. I offered to do more chores to pay for a new lamp too. Now I knew it would take forever to get my rocket. Maybe it would be easier to get a pony like my friends.

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Date 3-17-25

Period 6

The Unlikely Lesson

Beside what your teacher says, there’s a wrong way to wield a lasso.

“Pass the next book, please!”

“Rin! This is your tenth book. You either pick this one, or you're getting an F in my class!”

“WHAT!? That’s not fair! These books are boring!” Rin snapped, pushing the book back onto the shelf like it was a trap she wanted to avoid.

“Maybe you should read it before you judge. You know the saying, ‘never judge a book by its cover.’”

Rin rolled her eyes . “I’ve heard it a hundred times. But these are just a waste of time.”

“Look, you want to pass, right? Just pick a book.” I held out the next book “Maybe there’s something in it for you.”

Rin crossed her arms,She held her posture without changing. “Fine. But if I hate it, I’m blaming you.”

I couldn’t help but grin, knowing her curiosity would eventually give. “Just give it a shot.”

She opened the book with a sigh, then paused, her interest beginning to peek through the cracks. “Hmm, this isn’t so bad.”

“You see? The best things often show up when you least expect them.”

The lesson Rin needed wasn’t much different.

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He dreamed of leaving his law firm to open a portable car wash. But, of course, this was just a dream. So Brendan Osheen was left to continue working for the rich pigs who hadn’t a care in the world. Brendan hated work. He felt angry. As angry as a charging bull. But he kept all to himself. Until one day, he snapped. It was a perfectly normal day. But one man was different. He talked on and on complaining and complaining. Brendan was losing his temper. He screamed at the man. Everything flashed to red. Life was a blur at top speed. He smashed his desk with his bare hands, and ran. He ran into the wood, deeper and deeper, before collapsing under a tall tree, where he stayed until nightfall. There, he cried, letting all emotion flow from his body. So, he got up, and kept walking. He reached the highway. He was hungry enough to eat a whale, so he looked for a ride. One car stopped. And driving that car was the man who made Brendan explode, but the man explained that he wanted Brendan to achieve his dream. So Brendan opened a portable dog wash.

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She found his complete dullness interesting. The way she found him uninterested in the things his friends wanted to do but always seemed to be happy around her. To her, he was the spark she needed in her life like a firework during 4th of July. He said to her, “I love you even more”. Whenever she was around him she could smell his scent, which to her, smelled like home. When her phone rings she knows it’s always him. After everything she has been through, she never thought she would be happy again. They both treated each other with respect and love, and even when they argue or get mad at each other they would never ignore each other. Even when it is crowded they always find themselves locking eyes. He could hear her calming voice from miles away.  When he held her hand he could feel how soft and warm her hands were. They slowly started to see how they would catch on to their vocabulary and how they would laugh the same. When his birthday came around she gave him a gift basket full of stuff he loved. Wherever they were, they would never forget each other.

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Everyone was busy, so I went to the movie alone. The drive to the movie theater was long because of the traffic on the road. Suddenly the traffic became even worse because of  the firefighters. The firefighters had to go to an emergency so the cars  had to move from the road. The firefighter’s were making me late to watch shrek 5 because a house was burning down. Many people got out of their cars to help the people in the burning building who were trapped inside. The burning building smelt like ashes in the wind. !AHHH! someone yelled inside of the building then one of the firefighters went inside to save the person. But the firefighter saw that the person was dead, because he was hallucinating because of the gas he inháled from the fire. The burning wood filled the firefighters' nostrils with the smell of gas. All the people were saved after an hour then all of the people from the fire went to the hospital. The hospital food they gave the people tasted as if it was  a block of tart. Then after that I got back in my car and went to the movie theater.

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I really want to go to work, but I am too sick to drive. But I ignored the doctor’s warning anyway, and I decided to go to work. A few miles away from home, a sharp pain hit my chest. It felt as if something had crushed my physical heart right then and there. Everything was a blur from then. The round, circular steering wheel I had held with my hands everyday appeared to be letting go of my grip. The metallic, shiny keys to start my engine seemed to disappear from sight. The machined, dull gray pedals of my car seemed to be dancing with each other. I was in pain. An extreme amount of pain, so insurmountable that even gods would fall to it.

I could smell the faintest of blood, yet none appeared on me. When I finally got to my senses, I could now see, hear, feel, and smell everything that happened. The warm but harsh embrace of the flames. The sight of the unrecognizable mush of metal against metal, The sounds of the panicked, and the sounds of my cries, heard by me and no one else. I knew. I knew that I was dead.

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He figured a few sticks of dynamite were easier than a fishing pole to catch fish. Last year he went out to his shop and he grabbed his fishing pole and some bait. Then he started driving to a river that was in the country of Canada. His boat was already waiting for him at a dock. He went out to go fishing but he didn’t catch anything after 10 months. Then he came home and grabbed a shotgun out of a safe in his house. He went back to Canada and went to his boat. He went back into the water and tried the shotgun idea. After a month and a half he went back to his house and put his shotgun back into his safe in his closet. He went to the store and bought some copper wires, casings, and some gun powder. He went home and made some dynamite. He went all the way back to Canada and got on his boat and went back on the water. He lit the dynamite and threw it into the water. It exploded in the water right under his boat and it exploded the boat. He died in the water.

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My secretary is the only person who truly understands my stamp-collecting obsession. My secretary Abigail and I love stamp collecting, so this year I invited her to a party at my apartment. I walk into my room to look for a board game. My safe was left wide open and my stamp collection worth over 400,000$ was gone but when I turned around I saw something coming for my head faster than a bullet… I wake up in what looks like an ambulance and my ears are ringing louder than a fire alarm. Soon my vision clears and the ringing goes away, it smells like a hospital and I don’t know what’s happening. I wake up again in the hospital and the doctor tells me that I had to have sixteen stitches across my head then they release me and I remember what happened. After the hospital I head to the police station to file a report against Abigail for stealing my stamps then trying to kill me and I know it was her because she’s the only person who knew where I kept my stamps. Soon she was caught and my stamps were returned and all was okay.

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The blinking lights of the antenna tower came into focus just as I heard a loud snap.I was so scared my heart bounce of my chest.My hands were icecubes from the cold weather.I always walk home with my kids after I get off work then I pick them up from school.Today I walked alone because last week they died in a terrible car accident with my wife.I tried to hear where the loud snap came from.There was dead silence except for the WOOSHE of the cars passing by me.I heard the loud snap again.I heard it coming from a junkyard.I got closer to the entrance and peeked over the freezing cold fence and I saw a car similar to the one my family died in.This made me sad and weak.I fell down and hit my head on a mailbox.A junkyard worker came to see if I was okay.I saw something behind him but it was blurry.There were moving shadows that I heard them say something in a familiar voice while my ears rang.I heard “don’t leave us” that sounded like one of my kids voices.

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He spiked his hair green to support his iguana -Sarah

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He spiked his hair green to support his iguana -Sarah

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He spiked his hair green to support his iguana, Alexa and Julie were best friends. They've known each other since they were 5 years old , they did everything together and they helped each other with everything . And even in the hardest moments they still tried to be there for each other no matter what. But then little did they know Alexa’s life would Completely change . Julie went over to Alexa’s house and they did everything they played games, they painted each other's nails and did each other's makeup. They were having so much fun.  but then Julie said “hey,  why don’t I style your hair and you do mine?” Alexa responded and said “yea but I wanna look like the most beautiful flower in the garden! “ So they both got all the supplies they needed. Alexa grabbed the hair brush , the spray and water, while Julie grabbed the hair ties and the hair curlers. Alexa wanted Julie to do her hair first, so Julie said “ Okay I’ll start from detangling your hair“ once she started brushing through  her hair pieces of Alexa’s her would fall down ,at first julie didn’t think much of it so she kept brushing but more and more hair would fall out  julie gasped and she showed Alexa her hair that was falling off and Alexa started crying and   Julie called Alexa’s mom over And checked what was going on and when she saw pieces of Alexa’s hair she knew it was not normal so the next day Alexa’s mom Maria, took her to the hospital and found out that Alexa was diagnosed with cancer. And the doctors warned her that her hair would start falling off so they recommended she shave it off and they told her that she would have to come back the next day to see if there was any way the cancer could go away. Once Alexa heard the news she was devastated and scared they cried like the rain in a dark night . The next day she started preparing to go to the hospital but before that she decided to tell Julie about what was happening so Julie came over and they talked about it Julie knew she couldn’t do anything about it but being there for her so when Alexa told he she would have to shave her hair Julie decided to do it with her and shave all her hair off even though she wasn’t sick. Alexa told her she did not have to do it, it's her hair and she can keep it the way it is,  but Julie wanted to do it because she wanted to support her so she grabbed the clipper and shaved all her hair . Alexa was crying knowing that someone decided to do something even though it could hurt them . But having her mom and Julie be there for her felt like sweet warm honey. They might not be related but they’re like siblings that never grow apart

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“There’s a reason roses have thorns.” My mother grumbled to me; she had scolded me for this before. I fixated on her gaze as I lay in an uncomfortable hospital room lingering with regret.I had been starving myself for what seems forever, lying to everyone including myself. When friends ask if I’m hungry, I say “I ate at my parents house”.  When my parents asked me, I said, “I ate at my friend's house.”.Others looked at me disgusted, or confused as to why I would do that to myself. I was confused too. I didn’t understand why the only way I could see myself as beautiful is if I was sick. Yesterday fatigue hit me in the head harder than a homerun and I passed out. I woke up disoriented, in a hospital room surrounded by doctors and had a feeding tube forced into me. All I could see was my mother, staring into me, a sadness infiltrated in her eyes. I remember many things she told me before but what stuck out to me now was when she had said something about a rose a few years ago, and how with beauty it will come with pain.