Tag: 250 words
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Feedback
“Do you have any feedback for me?” My boss asked, crossing his arms. I had been preparing myself for this question because I knew the feedback I really had was feedback he didn’t want to hear. How can you nicely tell your boss he is completely incapable of doing his job? Especially when he has already been…
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Obey
“I will obey your every command.” I almost gagged as I read the letter my roommate was writing to her boyfriend. I knew I shouldn’t be reading her letter, but I couldn’t help it. I had to know what was going on between the two of them. I had suspicions things weren’t going well and this letter was…
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Blackmail
“Are you blackmailing me? I really can’t believe you.” Bryant slammed his library books down onto the table. He kept slamming and muttering even as the other library patrons threw him dirty looks for making the slightest bit of noise. “I know what I saw and I know it was you.” I slowly got up and followed him out the side door of…
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Mama Bear
“I went into Mama Bear mode,” I wrote in my letter. “I just couldn’t help myself.” When I heard the floor creaking in the hallway, I quickly folded up my letter and tucked it into my purse. If my husband saw a crumpled piece of paper, I knew he would start asking questions. I always thought I was…
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All-American
“You know what that is, right? You know it is important we get back that information.” The principal held up the exam and waited. “Someone has stolen the answer sheet for this exam. I will wait however long it takes.” Dr. Zachary sat back down behind the desk. He glanced around the room and when nobody made a…
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You Don’t Know Me
“When you see me, please pretend like you don’t know me. You don’t know me, you don’t know me,” I thought. I closed my mouth and hoped that I didn’t actually say that out loud. Nobody around me seemed startled so maybe I did just think it to myself. Mr. Garcia, my Calculus teacher, had just entered the small restaurant on…
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Incapable
“I am incapable of feeling,” I told my teacher. “I can’t do it even though I have tried. I’m not even sure what to do anymore.” When Mr. Stewart didn’t respond, I stood to pick up my backpack and headed toward the door. I knew I shouldn’t have told Mr. Stewart what was going on. …
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Clouds
“His head is always in the clouds,” I overheard my teacher tell my parents. “Is that a bad thing?” My mom asked tentatively. It was probably the fact her head was in the clouds most of the time, but I knew the rumors weren’t true about either of us. She was just using her art to escape the trauma of her…
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Tears
“This story will end in tears,” I thought to myself as I listened to the young couple at the table next to mine. As I waited for my husband, I couldn’t help but listen to their whispered argument. They apparently had gotten into a minor fender bender on the way to the restaurant and for…