I've managed to enter a few of these, but does anyone know where you can find a list of current ones? I checked google...but the entries seemed either out-of-date or limited to certain areas or high schools. I'm interested in fiction submissions, if that helps. Thanks.

hey, i always write little paragraphs of potential stories in my head, but i never remember them when i get home. i'll try to enter some contests if there ever are any that come around again. maybe i should start carrying a "chunky" notebook with me....

The last family reunion
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My wife's sisters had a plan since their mom was getting old.
Joanne arranged to rent a huge house for the reunion.
Elaine from Alaska seldom gets to visit other than funerals.
Both their husbands are named Chris and share hatreds I hate.
One Chris has broken my knuckle 3 times over the years,
by supposedly shaking my hand.
The other hasn't spoken to me in 8 years over 8 encounters.

The house in Hilton Head was near the ocean with pools and fountains all owned by Westin Hotel a division of Marriott.
The lawn party was under blue but chilly skies with a bar.
These people had never laid on aires of elegance so thick.
Croket may as well been polo, the hot tub, a Beverly Hills spa.

My wife was busy being the baby sister.
My only best friend there was Dean my two year old son.
He is an old soul that must have mastered cuteness in the womb.
Charm, warmth, sincerety, everything these people were not.
Every gesture of his was a celebration of life and love.

Not to be rude I tried to mix a bit but it felt pretentious.
When I looked down Dean was gone.
I announced that Dean was gone and if anybody had seen him.
The icy disinterested nods reminded me of yesterdays snubs.
They had their children years ago and are above all that now.

I looked around nervously and finally asked if they could help search.
Grinning at the panicing father was the best they could do.
I wanted to throw a rock at them.
It was twenty minutes now so I called 911.
Some were actually mad that I was spoiling their party.
God I was desperate I even braced myself to look in the fountains.

Wading in the cold fountain may have gotten their attention.
Or maybe it was the police that arrived.
He came my way at the far end of the Fountain
Beyond the stautes of storks and dolphin he said "whats this?"
Like a doll with scratches on his chest he turned Dean over.

The screams poured out like a fountain
of every most feared dreams.
The blame all mine,
hated for all time.
That was my last family reunion.