Hi. I am a 16-year-old, American student currently living in Spain, and I have found myself forgetting my English vocabulary. My full name is Drew Michael Klopfer, but people here call me Andrés Miguel Klopfer. More about me. I am originally an Ohioan. Go Bucks! and now am a resident of the Comunitat Valenciana. As I said, the constant speaking of Spanish and/or Valenciano has made it practically impossible for me to remember any grammar or vocabulary that I learned while in America. Please feel free to give me constructive criticism. It’s good for me. I’m the League of Awesomenness’s Señor del Suspenso (Lord of Suspense).
All good writers start as children chasing fantasy through car windows.
Sincerely,
Grad Up
Stories
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The Cancer of My Perfect Life in Suburbia
Every day I wake up to my normal routine in ‘middle-of-nowhere’ America. Still in my royal-blue pajamas, I enter our cream-tiled, master bathroom. I brush my teeth. I put on my black suit, buckle my black belt, lace my black shoes, and tie ...
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The Bible for Dummies
“So God made light, then Heaven, then Earth, then animals, then man, then woman, and then told them to be fruitful and multiply, and then a bunch more things happened…and here we are today! So, will you convert so I can sleep with you?̶...
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Losing Scarlet and Sanity to a Raven and a Desk
“Riddle me this…Why is a raven like a writing desk?” said Time deviously, “If you don’t find the answer, you’ll never see scarlet again and chaos will fill the land of wonders!” Time disappeared, leaving The Hatter...
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Pavlov's Dogs (Horror in a Sentence)
The bell chimed, the dogs began to salivate, and another human fell through their feeding chute.
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Tim
No! This is not how it’s supposed to be! We’re still in Middle School for Christ’s sake. Tim slouched in his seat as he heard the announcement. He remembered looking at the High School kids. Touching, holding, kissing… I just wa...
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Thou Shalt not Touch
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Fate: Out of Control
The image of the corpse got smaller in my rear-view mirror. Why was he under my car? As I gained speed with the road, I realized the answer; he cut my brakes. John reached for his lighter. Grasping it, he started trying, once again, to light his cigare...
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Chance Encounter
Where was I? Oh yes, John Baker was running away from an East-side gang. To this day, I don’t know why. Now, this was a year after graduation. I’d heard through rumors that John had hit rock-bottom. Not that I did any better. I continued be...
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Black Cadillac
So, you want to know the story of my death. Well, John tried to light his cigarette while running away from a gang of knife-wielding druggies from the East-side, but the wind kept blowing out his lighter. Wait, let me think. I guess I really should sta...
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Dude! He's not a lion whisperer.
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The Dream Doctor
The Dream Keeper went to her room last night. She tossed, she turned. Lost and burned. His tapestry weaving a nightmare in her mind. The Dream Catcher went to her room last night. He wrestled, he fought. The dream was caught. She woke from her wretched...
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From Tim to Matt
Hey Matt. Don’t you dare tell anyone about this, or it could mean my death. Or worse I could be off the basketball team. My bro gave me a bag of weed, and I dunno what to do. I thought since ur kinda emo or goth or something, you could help me. W...
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D is for Dangerous
“D is for *D*angerous,” said Brian D. Agustine, world’s greatest entertainer since Evel Knievel, answering the reporter’s question. “Is there a ghost to come?” asked one of the bottom-feeders of the journalist indust...
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Dear Mr./Mrs. Ficly
Yes, I am talking to you. First of all, let me thank you for giving me your complete attention and pausing iTunes. Allow me to reiterate; thank you for giving me your complete attention and pausing iTunes. Good, now. Who is Mr./Mrs. Ficly? Well my frie...
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Immigrant Song
10 nauseous days. 10 grueling nights. But we keep rowing, …and rowing, …and rowing. Rowing until I think my arms will break. Rowing until the Gods themselves will shake, of our endless labor. Rowing across the end of the world. “Vaki,...
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The Bumble Bee Choir
The Song of Spring “The plants have flowered. The rain has fallen. At last the Age of Honey has arrived. As says the queen, Help thy fellow bee. We are all part of a great, big hive." The Bumble Bee Choir sang the song every year. A little b...
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El Coro de las Abejas
La Canción de La Primavera “Las plantas han florecido. La lluvia ha caído. Por fin, la edad de miel ha llegado. Cómo dice la reina, ayuda a tu vecina. Somos todos parte de una gran colmena." El Coro de Las Abejas cantaba la canción cada ...
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The Segregation Scale
He stepped up to the sliding-glass doors of the new 22nd Century, Green Badge food station. It had been so long since he had tasted a real hamburger. The light beams measured his height as the floor sensors took his weight. Yet again, a pixilated, red ...
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Divine Intervention(3 of 3)
The door broke in. Police Chief Henderson and his squad flooded the apartment. The stench of blood clawed at their nostrils. A torn up woman, possible missing person Jane Everett, lounged in her drying blood on the bed. Two squad men grabbed Max by the...
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Divine Intervention(2 of 3)
The doorbell rang, but he was too busy in the middle of our routine to notice. “Get her out of here!” I said, but he continued folding up the bloody bed linens. “Get her OUT!” “Max Wellings!” Someone yelled my—...
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Divine Intervention(1 of 3)
A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. Prepared, he dabbed my kerchief across our brow, doubled it four times, and replaced it carefully in my breast pocket. I entered the cream-tiled bathroom. He wrapped the fingers of our right hand with Charmin-Ul...
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Southern Flower
She cried endlessly to the rain; her hair slicked down her neck as tiny streams of rainwater traced her beautiful figure all the way down to the puddles at her knees. Her shoulders heaved with the terrible burden that tore at her heart. She let out yet...
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Tim Brooks in 25 years
My life in 25 years will be so much better. I won’t have to put up with the pressure of being Mr. Popular, I don’t even like half the people I’m friends with. No. I will have friends with meaning. Friends that I won’t have to th...
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The Wooden Magi
They are magicians. They splash their vibrant colors over the tiny canvases as radically as they can. A bright yellow. A purple. A red. And so on, until the entire forest is prepared for the show. The first act. The Pledge. The trees show off their bri...
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A Walk Together
Their arms linked together like a sterling chain, Jack thought about her. Her beauty. Her laugh. Her life, which had been his obsession for countless years. A dried rose petal screamed out a silent whimper as it was crushed by his Italian dress-shoes....
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Conference of Submission
She looked at him; his clothes torn. She tried not to notice his bruised face, nor the blood on the ground. Where were they? His eyes flickered alive as a candle in the wind. “Elsha?” He had recognized her at once, yet she still had no idea...
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Water Bill
Finally! My apartment’s leaky faucet stopped leaking. They turned off my water.
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CandyLand
I know what you’re thinking. How could someone be so…so sour? But I never meant to kill Gramma Nut. I only wanted to bring in more tourism, more money to the other side of the board. You guys always go to the Candy Castle, maybe spend a lit...
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Desk #8: Timothy Brooks
He’d always loved basketball, ever since he could remember. Playing it. Watching it. He lived and breathed on the court. And so, when Elizabeth Jones sat down in desk #3 of Mr. Dobbins’ class, wearing hoop earrings, he was put in an impossi...
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I Write for Me
You’re reading this, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need your approval.
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