Overall Winners Announced!

Audience Winner:  She touched the side of the bed where Dad used to be. All at once, the world had too little oxygen. // by Owen Javellana

 

Judges Winner:  She smashed her bare heel into her roommates face, relishing chocolate milk and oxygen now unshared. // by Agatha Renee Rigdon

 

Finals // Assigned Word

oxygen

 

Congratulations to all the writers that participated, there were so many amazing stories!  We hope everyone continues to challenge themselves as writers and hope to see you in our next competition!

 

Top 25 Final Round Stories

It was no laughing matter when nitrogen came in between the happy oxygen couple – oh yes it was. // by Daniella Bagdadi

 
“When I was your age, oxygen only cost a nickel,” Grandpa said. “But gas has always been expensive.” // by Amanda Yam

 
Pressure. Can’t breath. Passing out. Need oxygen. Bright light. I’m awake. Cat’s on my chest. Again. // by Tom Peterson

 
A laser that turns oxygen into diamonds?! It sounds impossible, but it was the end of everything. // by Jennifer Heller

 
Oxygen and his two hydrogens had nothing in common, but to make the family work they’d have to bond. // by Nick Vujovic

 
Oxygen polluted with our scorched failure, blackened spit. A meal nine months in the making. Burned. // by Matt Flickinger

 
I don't care if there isn't any oxygen out there. You can't tell me where I can go. That's racist. // by David Shute

 
Hydrogen and like friend seek available open-minded oxygen for wet time. No weirdos. // by Justin Cranford

 
Like oxygen to a lung, an idea penetrated my mind, traversed my arms, and energized my keyboard. // by Shawn Hansen

 
Silver dollars clank into the tray of the slot machine. “Finally, I can buy that new oxygen tank!” // by Cynthia Delashmutt

 
“I’m leaving you. You’re old news.” “That’s an oxygen,” he mocks. “You mean Oxymoron. Moron.” // by Christine Bartsch

 
She touched the side of the bed where Dad used to be. All at once, the world had too little oxygen. // by Owen Javellana

 
When my oxygen tank was empty, I knew that what I’d feared all along was true: I was not human. // by Icarus Graeme

 
The Last Theorem: (-resources)(people^people)(∞consumption) = ø oxygen // by SaraBeth Swain

 
replacing the oxygen canisters with a nitrous mix always led to an amusing day at the senior center. // by Vera Beaton

 
She smashed her bare heel into her roommates face, relishing chocolate milk and oxygen now unshared. // by Agatha Renee Rigdon

 
Too late, I figured out the oxygen gauge symbols. My last thought? Symbol for "empty" not intuitive. // by Joe Sweeney

 
Billy’s favorite element is oxygen because sixteen is his favorite number. He is an irrelevant boy. // by Kara Frantzich

 
The foul smell drained the oxygen from the room, but she couldn't reprimand her grandma for farting. // by Diane Rusignola

 
We danced slow circles. Those days when the oxygen was thick and you still thought I was beautiful. // by Carrie L. Briggs

 
“I’ll sink wearing something this heavy,” said the diver discarding his oxygen tank. “Safety first.” // by Josh Keen

 
Turns out polluters do go to Hell. Is it one oxygen, two hydrogen? I keep dropping the tweezers. // by Chris Bridges

 
Six eyes, a barrel of oil, and no need for the polluted oxygen that filled the air. Robots rule. // by Bill Bibo

 
The boy cried as he watched the fish drown in too much oxygen. It was the first time he saw death. // by Erin Gulyas

 
Uncle Leo’s oxygen tank got mixed up with the clown’s balloon helium tank. Happy Birthday, Billy. // by Brice Maiurro

 

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