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Weekly Contest #363
“Everybody up!” The call from the cockpit barely overpowers the sound of the water sloshing on the deck above and mixes with the howl of the wind through the cowlings and the main hatch. The fiberglass hull slams into another wave, cascading heavy water over the deck and jolting me fully awake. “That was new.” I comment to nobody as I absently reach for a grip on a handhold. The boat is heeled over hard to starboard, and I am wedged between the berth and the bulkhead, my damp sleeping bag smelling as if eight different unkempt you...
Weekly Contest #340
“You thought I was there to catch Fowler…” Jake leaned in a little closer, his forehead just inches from Spencer’s nose. The ancient AC groaned loudly in the background while the older man sat upright in the government-issued steel chair. A cold paper cup of stale coffee sat untouched on the table next to his cuffed hands, “but I had you pegged for a while now, Spence. You see-” Ok, listen. I know you have the pen and all, but… you and me? We need to talk. I’ve been on this ride with you for almost eighty thousand words, and it’s been a bum...
Weekly Contest #300
Triggers: References to sexual violence, general violence, substance abuse, and terrorism. An old man has lived a fruitful life as an influential evangelical pastor in rural America. In his final days, he is visited by many members of his congregation, all of whom express their admiration for his faith and his convictions. He drifts into a final sleep amid the well wishes of his loved ones, convinced of his assured journey to Heaven. The pastor’s soul awakes in a dreamlike state. Reality is more sensed than seen or fel...
Weekly Contest #256
The boat feels small today. It’s amazing just how quickly my perspective changes. Growing up, I spent time on ski boats and party pontoons, and my family even owned a little cabin cruiser for a couple of years. At that time, a twenty-four-foot boat seemed luxurious. All last semester, I felt lucky and privileged to go out on the water on a 24-foot sloop like this one every day. My twenty-four feet of freedom had felt spacious. We’ve been sailing a 62-foot sloop for weeks, though. Hannah, Ben, James, and I are bumping into each other as we r...
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