Elizabeth Bennet, Where Are You?

Today’s prompt: He was excited to find 150 new emails

        Jared would never have registered on Sweethearts.com, but his friend, Dixon, had challenged him. They were both engineering students at the University of Utah, surviving on ramen soup. Dixon had bet Jared a steak dinner he couldn’t find a date for the homecoming game—a girl willing to pay for her ticket. The game was only three days away, and Jared had bared his soul online:

        I’m Jared Saxton. Twenty-two years old. Five foot ten, one hundred seventy-two pounds. I read Jane Austen, and I’m searching for Elizabeth Bennet.

        He was excited to find 150 new emails in his mailbox.

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Who Done It?

Today’s prompt: It was up to her to investigate how the accident happened.

        The chemistry lab was a mess. Broken glass littered the floor, smoke residue stained the ceiling, and the stench of skunk hung in the air. Miss Pipkin stood at the door, clipboard in hand, fighting the urge to vomit. It was up to her to investigate how the accident happened.

        Accident, my big toe. This was no accident. Someone had exploded a stink bomb, and she had a sneaking suspicion it was one of the senior boys. Meanwhile, all chemistry classes were canceled.

        “Mornin’, Miss Pipkin,” a student called out as she passed by in the hall. “Love your cologne.”

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A History Lesson

Today’s prompt: More and more people were refusing to obey the laws.

        The elder sat cross-legged at the fire, huddled under a threadbare blanket.  He gazed across the flames at his dirty-faced student.

        The boy yawned. 

        “Pay attention, Matthew,” the old man said. “You will be called upon to tell the history of our people after I’m gone.”

        Matthew scratched a mosquito bite. “I’m listening.”

        The elder grunted. “By 2035, more and more people were refusing to obey the laws,” he said. “The United States were no longer united.”

        “Who was president?” the boy asked.

        “I forget her name.” He spat. “The government was corrupt. No one could be trusted.”

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