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Question: Where do we post our story?
I think I could come up with something in time, it sounds like a fun challenge!

With brows drawn and wrists buried in the vermicompost, the austere brunette I called my neighbor would waste hours fawning over flowers. They were things that didn't even have sentience enough to offer him a compliment! Even I took the time out to caw the occasional "Morning handsome!" down to the fool. Not that he ever spared me a thought.
From my master bedroom balcony, Hadley's garden was easily the most attractive feature of the neighborhood vista. I even took tea outside in the evening just to stare at the sprawl of emerald, sapphire, rose, gold, and white. An additional bonus may have been seeing the stunning creature occasionally shirtless mowing his lawn.
Finally, on a humid Wednesday in April, I ventured into my own back yard to peer over the wall at him. Elbows scraped by the rough grit of the cinder blocks, I was still relatively content to watch the man work. He trimmed the perfect green of his turf with an old fashioned, cycle blade mower, not even glancing my way. My intrusions were common. There was a chance he'd already grown accustomed. But I was not to be ignored.
"Don't you ever quit?"
"Don't you?" He growled back.
An upstanding woman never pouts. Scoffing, I touched two fingers to my lips, head turned aside in sleight.
"Those flowers will never keep a man company, Hadley."
Finally he stopped to throw his wrists over the handle of his mower. A pause gave birth to a slow, teasing smirk. Without a word, he turned off. I watched from the limited of my gaze as my unruly neighbor vanished into his small, handmade greenhouse. Thinking he'd escaped, I was about to cut my loss and go back inside when the velvety petals of a white rose kissed my turned cheek. With a start I looked back into the grinning face of a very hard-to-read male.
"...That's why I grow flowers to attract something that will," he rumbled in belated reply.
*whispers back* Thanks! You must be a psychic! How did ya know I was awesome! :D


“Well, hardly anyone's been up to see the house, she must be lonely.” My sister replied as she joined me. We both stared at the house, listening to the wails that were half wind and half her. “Maybe she finally remembered something?”
“If she has, I hope she forgets it soon. Last time she went on for weeks and kept us up every night.”
I crouched down to the mushrooms and plucked one, bringing it to my nose.
“How is it?” My sister asked, her wide doe eyes curious.
“Poisonous.”
She took the fungus from my hand and bit into its spongy flesh.
“Definitely poisonous.”
I nodded and gathered them all into the woven basket that my sister carried with her.
We search the woods for more mushrooms, all the while the awful crying sounds haunting us. Near dusk we ended our search and headed home, as we trotted along an unseen path I chewed on a pale white mushroom. The acrid taste of toxins filled my mouth.
The woman cried for the next two days.
“We'll have to go see her.”
I wanted to disagree. Sneaking inside the manor as children had been exciting, but now it felt like walking into a trap. But if she carried on like before, she would scare all the birds and the rabbits away.
My sister led the way up the hill. We stepped carefully over thick roots, wary of the slithering things in the patches of grass. Someone had left the door open. Had she tried to go outside? Could she even do that?
Inside, the sounds of her echoed loudly, seeming to come from the walls and the floor and through the ceiling. Climbing the once grand staircase was awkward, our spindly legs were not meant for stairs.
We found her in one of the rooms on the third floor, following the sounds growing louder. Hovering by a window, she looked ancient under a wispy veil. Withered and ancient, her skin looking like the water damaged wallpaper, rippled and gray and peeling.
Grass...grass, grass.
Her eyes glowed with a pleading look and then she pointed out the window into the garden to something only she could see.
She wouldn't say anything else, only pressing harder against the window, her eyes glowing brighter with desperation. I sighed, but we made our way carefully down all the flights of stairs and out to the garden.
Under the window, near where Old Lady Margaret had pointed to, was something nearly blanketed with ivy. I thought it was a rusted baby carriage at first, but as I moved closer I realized it was an antique lawnmower, the kind where the blades spun as you pushed.
“Maybe she wants us to cut the grass?” I joked, pushing the thing forward enough to rip it away from the vines. We noticed that the house had gone silent.
“Look,” my sister said, pointing at something below me.
I moved back to see that under the blades was a rib cage. I pushed the lawnmower farther to reveal more of the bones. Its neck suddenly dragged with it, caught by something for a second before the vertebra snapped.
My sister kneeled to look closer at the skeleton, “There's a necklace wound around the blades. That's probably what she wants.”
We knew instantly we had found what she had suddenly remembered when she glided down the staircase with more vigor than she had probably shown in ages.
The glow in her eyes shined like the stars at night, and as we handed the locket to her, the glow spread to her whole frame. A wind suddenly rustled around her, and in a blink she was gone.
We stood there staring for a long quiet moment.
“Great, now how are we going to keep the humans away from the forest?” I asked, brushing stray cobwebs out of my antlers.
I was a little loose with all the details, I hope that's okay. Also, it wasn't easy to stay within the word count requirements so hopefully it doesn't sound too rushed. Hope you guys like it.
Ooh I'd better hurry..I'm about 400 words in but haven't got a very good plot yet.
Ohh, well soryy guys, I missed the cut off. That was my fault. How about we give it 10 more days. Stories are now due by the 18th.
Okay I'll try to finish my story then!
I wrote this before the deadline but I forgot to post it sorry!!
Don't Judge a Girl by her House
I live in the worst house in the neighbourhood. You're probably thinking that I live in a shack, or maybe that I don't have a house at all. But I do have a house. My house is painted a sickly light green, with pale grey polka dots that make it look like it has a disease. I certainly feel sick everyday, seeing the jeering faces of my neighbours when I leave the house. When the school bus comes in the morning, all my classmates jostle to get a glimpse of my house through the bus windows.
One day, they crowded near the door and didn't let me get onto the bus, claiming that I was obviously 'dotty'. Expecting the bus driver to scold them and let me on, I waited silently. But when I saw the driver laughing at me as well, I knew all hope was lost. I turned around and headed back up the path to my front door, ignoring the sound of the bus closing its door and driving away. One thing I couldn't ignore though, was the sound of my classmates laughing at me. I had considered a few of them to be my friends.
My neighbour, Mrs. Storrick, snickered on her doorstep as she watched me. 'Playing truant, are you?' she sneered. Ignoring her, I walked back into my house and put down my schoolbag, then changed out of my school uniform. I didn't care that I wouldn't be in school today. It was better to stay at home alone than endure all the bullying at school. The only thing I was worried about was how my parents would react when they found out. As long as the school didn't notify my parents, I would be safe. It was no point explaining to my parents how our house was ruining my life. I had tried and tried so many times to get them to see reason, but the house had been this way since my great-grandmother had built it, and they were adamant to keep it this way.
Unsure of what to do, I went to the kitchen to get a drink. As I was sipping my cup of juice, I noticed a post-it note on the fridge door and went to look at it. Ivy, mow the lawn if you have time. -Mum I had nothing else to do, so I went outside and dragged the lawn mower out of the garden shed. As I pushed the mower up and down the garden, screwing up my nose at the awful smell of freshly-cut grass, I had a strange feeling I was being watched.
I pushed the mower in the direction of the Storrick's house, looking over the short shrubs that divided our houses. Suddenly, I saw Mrs. Storrick's son, Jay, observing me from behind their apple tree. When he saw me looking back at him, he stood up and smiled, heading in my direction. In my surprise at this unusually friendly meeting, my hands slipped off the lawn mower and before I could stop it, it had mowed down Mrs. Storrick's precious rose bushes.
'Oh no!' I gasped, running forward to stop it. Jay rushed towards it as well and switched it off. 'I-I'm so sorry!' I exclaimed. Although I did feel bad, I couldn't help feeling triumphant. Mrs. Storrick had never been very nice. It seemed that Jay felt the same way too, because he burst out laughing as he helped push the mower back into my shed. 'Please, don't apologise. I'm glad you did that. Even if you hadn't, I would have sooner or later. My mum cares more about those dying plants than she cares about me.' he explained.
'Oh, I see.' I was surprised he felt the same way about his mother.
'I'm Jay, by the way.' he added.
'I know.' I said, a bit shyly. 'And I'm Ivy.'
'I know.' he said, smiling.
'Why aren't you school?' I asked curiously.
'Why would I want to go to school with a bunch of losers who tease you? Besides I was kind of hoping to talk to you today, get to know you...you seem nice.' he admitted, looking straight into my eyes.
'Oh. Well, thanks. And thanks for not teasing me.' I answered, blushing.
'Hey, why would I ever do that? Your house is cool. And besides, I would never judge a girl by her house.' he said, reaching out to hold my hand.
Taking his hand, I smiled back at him. I had a feeling this would be a pretty good day.
Don't Judge a Girl by her House
I live in the worst house in the neighbourhood. You're probably thinking that I live in a shack, or maybe that I don't have a house at all. But I do have a house. My house is painted a sickly light green, with pale grey polka dots that make it look like it has a disease. I certainly feel sick everyday, seeing the jeering faces of my neighbours when I leave the house. When the school bus comes in the morning, all my classmates jostle to get a glimpse of my house through the bus windows.
One day, they crowded near the door and didn't let me get onto the bus, claiming that I was obviously 'dotty'. Expecting the bus driver to scold them and let me on, I waited silently. But when I saw the driver laughing at me as well, I knew all hope was lost. I turned around and headed back up the path to my front door, ignoring the sound of the bus closing its door and driving away. One thing I couldn't ignore though, was the sound of my classmates laughing at me. I had considered a few of them to be my friends.
My neighbour, Mrs. Storrick, snickered on her doorstep as she watched me. 'Playing truant, are you?' she sneered. Ignoring her, I walked back into my house and put down my schoolbag, then changed out of my school uniform. I didn't care that I wouldn't be in school today. It was better to stay at home alone than endure all the bullying at school. The only thing I was worried about was how my parents would react when they found out. As long as the school didn't notify my parents, I would be safe. It was no point explaining to my parents how our house was ruining my life. I had tried and tried so many times to get them to see reason, but the house had been this way since my great-grandmother had built it, and they were adamant to keep it this way.
Unsure of what to do, I went to the kitchen to get a drink. As I was sipping my cup of juice, I noticed a post-it note on the fridge door and went to look at it. Ivy, mow the lawn if you have time. -Mum I had nothing else to do, so I went outside and dragged the lawn mower out of the garden shed. As I pushed the mower up and down the garden, screwing up my nose at the awful smell of freshly-cut grass, I had a strange feeling I was being watched.
I pushed the mower in the direction of the Storrick's house, looking over the short shrubs that divided our houses. Suddenly, I saw Mrs. Storrick's son, Jay, observing me from behind their apple tree. When he saw me looking back at him, he stood up and smiled, heading in my direction. In my surprise at this unusually friendly meeting, my hands slipped off the lawn mower and before I could stop it, it had mowed down Mrs. Storrick's precious rose bushes.
'Oh no!' I gasped, running forward to stop it. Jay rushed towards it as well and switched it off. 'I-I'm so sorry!' I exclaimed. Although I did feel bad, I couldn't help feeling triumphant. Mrs. Storrick had never been very nice. It seemed that Jay felt the same way too, because he burst out laughing as he helped push the mower back into my shed. 'Please, don't apologise. I'm glad you did that. Even if you hadn't, I would have sooner or later. My mum cares more about those dying plants than she cares about me.' he explained.
'Oh, I see.' I was surprised he felt the same way about his mother.
'I'm Jay, by the way.' he added.
'I know.' I said, a bit shyly. 'And I'm Ivy.'
'I know.' he said, smiling.
'Why aren't you school?' I asked curiously.
'Why would I want to go to school with a bunch of losers who tease you? Besides I was kind of hoping to talk to you today, get to know you...you seem nice.' he admitted, looking straight into my eyes.
'Oh. Well, thanks. And thanks for not teasing me.' I answered, blushing.
'Hey, why would I ever do that? Your house is cool. And besides, I would never judge a girl by her house.' he said, reaching out to hold my hand.
Taking his hand, I smiled back at him. I had a feeling this would be a pretty good day.
Tessa could you give me the link for the picture of the green house? Thanks
Super Awesome Short Story Contest.
Task- Write a short Story 500 to 750 words Long.
Requirements- Must be written in first Person Point of view and must contain the following
- A green House
- An annoying neighbor
- A lawn mower
Inspiration- This Picture
Deadline: March 18th
Happy Contesting