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August 2024 Drabble Challenge: First Day of School
Tell me a story in exactly 100 words using the prompt, "First Day of School." Take it in any direction you want, you don't have to use the exact phrase or keywords or anything, but do draw us in with a return to school as your theme. Please use standard punctuation, grammar, and spelling to spin a prose tale for a chance to score a whopper of a prize: TWO WHOLE DOLLARS! I'll pick the winner in early September, no need to tag me with your entry.
Ended August 31, 2024 • 23 Entries • Created by Ferryman
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August 2024 Drabble Challenge: First Day of School
Tell me a story in exactly 100 words using the prompt, "First Day of School." Take it in any direction you want, you don't have to use the exact phrase or keywords or anything, but do draw us in with a return to school as your theme. Please use standard punctuation, grammar, and spelling to spin a prose tale for a chance to score a whopper of a prize: TWO WHOLE DOLLARS! I'll pick the winner in early September, no need to tag me with your entry.
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reece in Flash Fiction

Here I wither(again)

For generations, I've been known for being sturdy and firm, then gradually losing my shape and wearing down. I recall that the classroom is filled with the clattering of pencils, murmurs, and whispers that the teacher pretends to ignore, the laughter and tears, the praise and punishment, the doodled and crumbled paper planes, the wandering eyes from the clock to the board, and the discreet passing. The cycle begins anew, yet another year. I'm confused. For them to learn and grow, why must I erode? Why must I become a touch so light, a pile of dust, dispersed and ignored?

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Dionysian66 
Great write! Wow! I can absolutely relate to this poem. I used to be an elite athlete. Last week I had my L-shoulder replaced and this past March I had my L-hip replaced. At 58 I’m asking a question in your incredible words. “ Why must I become a touch so light, a pile of dust, dispersed and ignored?” Thank you!
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reece
The best compliment I have ever received. It means a lot to me, sir
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Dionysian66 
@reece You’re very welcome. That was an amazing write, I’m looking forward to more of your work.
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reece
I will be sure to not disappoint you, sir
I am 21 years or older.