“What’s that sound?”
You turn around.
“What’s that noise?”
“Ya- yeet!” Ya- yeet! Ya- yeet!
I say, “It’s an echo chamber! Listen. AUGHH!”
“B-but we’re only in the hallway!”
“The hallway is an echo chamber.”
“Oh,” you say. “Ok well, I’m going back to bed. Bye.”
I face palm. I forgot to tell you about the echo monster.
I look to the left,
To the right,
I make sure there isn’t a single fright.
Then I jump forward eagerly
And stick a dollar in the machine,
The hungry machine.
I order a snack,
A drink too,
Then I set off,
No longer hungry like you.
I will participate in Second Chance.
Hi, my name is Pickle. My mom lo-o-loves pickles, so I’m Pickle, of course.
Hey Mom, next time you have a kid look, up a name!
My dad teases me and likes to call me other foods, like ‘Potato.’ So they decided to give me nicknames. A billion of em. I guess pickles are fine, just I wish I wasn’t named after them. I wanted to be called Jeff if I was a boy at least.
I got a horrible headache yesterday and it’s all my brother Chez’s fault. He’s younger than me so of course he’s the baby of the family. Sometimes he’s so annoying I wish he would yeet out of existence. Especially right now. He’s hollering something about baby Yoda and pie.
I’m 12 years old. Chez is 8. My dad named my bro Chez because Mizithra was taken.
“Chez be quiet!”
Oh! I gotta go, apparently, we are getting a puppy! EEEEEK I LOVE PUPPIES!!!
Failure a failure,
What had I done?
I had failed
More than one test!
I’m a failure!
Even my teacher says so!!
And I fail…
I also succeed to fail
But never once not failed.
I’ll try it.
I didn’t fail!
I made it out alive
Ever try to fail again,
I was mowing my lawn,
One sunny day,
Then my mom came to say,
“We need some water, or our seeds won’t grow.”
So, I went to the river where everyone rows.
Everyone was yelling,
“The water ain’t tellin’,
Or risin’ or despising.”
The water won’t rise
So I set up the spies
To see what caused the commotion.
A small little boy
Back down in Troy,
Was sucking up the water with a tube.
Everyone one was chanting
“Hurry up Mr. Anting!!”
And now we know why
The water won’t rise.
But that isn’t the end,
We went through the descent.
And we stopped little Mr. Anting!
Glasses are gooses
and we are the chasers.
My mom has a goose.
She uses them for many things.
She needs her eyes for seeing many blings
that hint someone is up to something.
One day they went missing.
We searched and we searched,
But no matter where we looked,
They weren’t there.
Then I looked,
Into her hair,
There was her goose,
Right atop of her head,
Like a piece of thread.
And we laughed,
Until we fell down guffawing,
But when I looked back,
Her goose was no longer there.
Agent K4T woke up to a startling noise. Jumping out of bed she woke Agent Kitten, who said, “Ay you stepped on my tail!!!”
“Shh.” K4T hissed. She then trotted toward the open door, into the elevator. “Down please.”
The elevator went down. “Ok thank you,” she said, and the elevator stopped at the first floor, like always.
She left the elevator and emerged into the dining room. She pulled a food lever and food appeared. Platters of chicken and salmon lined the table in a pattern. Agent K4T headed toward the first chicken platter, and licked it clean.
Agent Kitten pounced on Agent K4T’s tail. Agent kitten stopped when she saw the food.
“Nooo that was my platter!” said Agent K4T as Agent Kitten ate the tuna platter, including the plate, on accident. She spat the plate on the floor and went back to attacking agent K4T’s tail enthusiastically.
Agent K4T shook her off and padded out of the kitchen.
"Ugh, I was hungry. I WAS hungry, but Agent Kitten had to ruin it for me. Hmph," Agent K4T growled as she left the dining room. She yawned and wandered toward the bathroom and trimmed her claws. They were rather long. When she was done, she went back upstairs to see agent kitten in her bed.
“Not again!!!” K4T cried out. She couldn’t even fit in Agent Kitten’s bed. She kicked Agent Kitten out of her bed, and shoved her into her own bed. K4T fell asleep easily, but she doesn't always fall asleep easily, for cats have sleepless nights too.
“Instagram?” Mom asked.
“Yes.” I said.
“Before I get you it, let me tell you a story!”
I sigh. “Okay what’s the story MOM?”
I sat down and listened.
“Once I was an Instagrammer, a famous Instagrammer, I seemed like the greatest Instagrammer in the world. I had thousands upon thousands of followers. Every day I would get hundreds of followers. I would post my original art. Everything was perfect! Until my BFF started posting. She posted that I hacked people. She said I hacked her friend. Soon the rumors spread, and my popularity plummeted to negative one thousand! I was banned from Instagram due to the rumors of hacking. Stupid friend she was. Now do you want to get Instagram?”
“Nooooooo!!!!” I yelled.
Poem for the story:
Is it good
Or a disgrace?
Instagram or Insta-face?
Diary entry: 1989, April 21st
“You’re feckless! Just feckless!! Worthless at everything!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“NOOOOO I’M NOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!” my sister replied, tears streamed down her face.
“I hate you!!!!!!!!” I yelled. After realizing what I said, I clapped my hand to my mouth. Too late, my sister ran to our mom’s door and opened it. I sighed. My mom came out looking angry. She told me to come over and when I did, she slapped me in the face. I knew it would happen, but being angry as I was, I stomped over to the statue sitting in the hallway, grabbed it and went over to mom. I yelled one word, “HATE!” and then my mom slid to the floor, the statue on top of her.
Diary entry: 2001, April 6th
I miss mom, but she abused me, so I am better off without her. I can't believe the events from twelve years ago. Her death was for the best.
My sister is still feckless though. She does nothing to help with chores and only sits on the couch.
Diary entry: 2008, May 18th
Today I hatched a plan. I told my sister we were going shopping. She loves shopping, but she was a little less excited when I said we were going to Vroman’s Bookstore. She hates books.
When we got there I told her to stay at the entrance. I found what I was looking for in the Self Help area. “How to Trick Your Child Into Doing Chores,” I read. “Perfect.” I bought it and then we left.
Diary entry: 2010, December 3rd
I told my sister if she worked hard, she would be rewarded. When she cleaned her room, it looked perfect. So I gave her $10. The next day she started cleaning up more. This time, I let her go to bed later.
Diary entry: 2011, January 11th
My sister is a working maniac. She even forgot about the rewards! She became a much better sister. She wholeheartedly cleaned her room and everything!
Diary entry: 2053, December 10th.
My sister died today. Her funeral is in a week. I’m crying. She died at age 64, of a heart attack.
Diary entry: 2061, February 1st
I miss my sister. I can't believe she died almost 8 years ago, a month ago, I had a stroke. I’m stuck in a nursing home for the rest of my life.
I miss her though. I remember her as my feckless, stubborn sister, and I’m very proud to have known her.