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Weekly Contest #204
From his kitchen window Jack watched clouds collide with the mountain, their shadow robbing the town of color. For the first time in his life he looked to the sky for entertainment. He grew up in Hell's Kitchen where there was no sky. It was buried, painted over with valleys of concrete and steel. Now, from his new cabin home he watched clouds dance with mountains. He'd only been there two weeks but he was already known around town. The retired cop from New York. He went to Ginger's Diner every day for breakfast. He looked forward to anothe...
Weekly Contest #203
A Fight For Jersey They met the girl that changed their summer coming home from a concert. On that hot North Carolina night in a convertible on the highway, David Herb and Vinny DeFazio pulled into a massive gas station that was lit up like an airport. They had gas but were in need of snacks and beer. When they returned to Vinny's car they couldn’t believe their eyes. There was a dog in the backseat. The dog was sitting up right, ready to go, all but buckled up. Dave spoke first, “Dude, is that a dog?” Dave had consumed a bag of hall...
Weekly Contest #202
“Grace by a Knockout” by Alex Joyce for Reedsy Prompt 4. “Miami is Heaven on earth.” Johnny Kehoe concluded as he sipped on his vodka tonic. He was 2 drinks deep…taking it all in. His hands, face, and ribs still hurt from the fight. Also, his throat. His throat had a lump in it. This was strange because he didn’t remember that hit. He usually remembered every single one. He hoped a third drink would help him escape the pain so he could get properly acquainted with this world of palm trees, Lamborghinis and flamingos. Sitting at a table on...
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