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And she’d bite the edge of a smile when she got a funny idea in her head, a vain attempt to keep her creeping grin at bay. The intention behind her perking lips wasn’t something that could easily be ensured. It was rather better to be insured and hope for the best.

By kikkopirate, January 16, 2015.
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Timothy glanced over, the corners of his lips fighting a smile, his eyebrows slightly raised. I looked away before that mischievous look of his spread. I swear that kid's exuberance for trouble is a contagion. But before I can strengthen my resolve to be aloof I've already glanced back. In a few seconds that pirate grin of his is on my face too and I know he means for his revenge plan to go down right now...

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Borris examined the pumpkin guts in his hands, slippery and gross. His mind being the way it was, he started working on uses for it - many uses - and none of them helpful. He knew that roasting them was the grown-up thing to do, but he was twelve. Frankly, being an adult lasted long enough and he wasn't in a hurry to be more "mature." Like a gift from above he imagined Stacey covered in the goo. A slick smile spread, dimpling his cheeks in a way his mother found both cute and concerning at once. A plan was hatching, a beautiful plan. And she'd find it funny, right? The urge to do it overrode is nagging doubt so fast he never really noticed it. He was like Fred from Scooby Doo, he had a plan. But since he had no gang he set about making his trap himself.

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Sasha weighed the cucumber in her outstretched hand, fingers curled around it just tight enough to keep grip of the knobbly deep green skin. Her fingers easily gripped, it was kinda rubbery really despite the dusting of soil. She knew what it would be like inside, that soft green hue her mother liked to paint the house with, but she had no interest in all that. She didn't care that it would be refreshing in yoghurt or give her cheese sandwiches a new flavour over the coming week; her brain was formulating an idea far more interesting. It would be over in a flash of course, but what a flash it would be. She climbed the railway bridge and waited for the five-twenty. It would whistle as it passed and she'd get a mouthful of sooty steam - but she didn't care. Timing was everything - drop too soon and it would hit that tracks in the worst anti-climax ever, drop too late and it would bounce of the new maroon paintwork. She jumped to hear the whistle, it was coming! She turned to see it round the corner, gleaming in the August morning sun. Then she turned back, judging its closeness by the volume of its noise. Just before it entered the bridge she dropped it, saying two "Hail Mary's." She got a fraction of a second to enjoy the explosion of green chunks that had been Mama's biggest cucumber before the smoke swallowed her.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 25, 2015.
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Tiger sits on the wall, acorns in hand. He takes each missile in turn and lets it fly up to the window pane above. They're the perfect projectile: ovoid for aerodynamic flight, heavy enough to throw, but not so hard as a stone. So long as the glass doesn't break no laws are broken, the worst he can get is a slap on the wrist for mischief. With his feet on the roadside he's even safe from being accused of trespass.

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Mama says I'm mischievous, I just say I've got an eye for fun. It's an opportunity ya know. She hunts for bargains in the market and I do at school. She gets cheap veggies, I get cheap laughs. Really, are we so different?

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Mischief is in the eye of the beholder. It certainly is for Marco. I know what he's going to do before he does, it's all there in his eyes. The boy has a busy brain, all those ideas for "rocking the boat" and so few opportunities to get away with it. Most of the time he's a coiled spring of frustration, then something changes, the odds move in his favour and the sparkle begins...

Coming of Age

I knew I was in trouble from the first day I saw you, mischief lurking in your lips and eyes. It was there to see as plainly as the fall leaves in the park. What else was I going to do but fall in love with you? Isn't that what freshman year is all about?