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Weekly Contest #374
The day the world ended was nothing like the movies. There was no chaos in the streets, no panic on the news, no zombies, no war, and no slow starvation. It was a perfectly planned operation, and it was executed without a hitch. No one saw it coming, at least none of the regular people saw it coming. We woke up and went to work like normal. Kids went to school, people were at the gym, and the mall, others stayed home watching TV. And then, as simple as flipping a light switch, it was all over. I graduated from the top of my class in college,...
The sudden rustle of the corn stalks startled me; I retreated into the shadows out of sight. “He’s got his work cut out for him, Bobby. The damn crows have been out of control this year,” the farmer sighed. “I was just thinking the same thing, pops. Momma fixed him up good though. Hell, I’d hire him!” The mens laughter bellowed through the crops. Nearby, I noticed my sisters crouched silently, hiding just as I did. Their heavy stomps passed me, crushing weeds and brush with each step as they conversed. First, the farmer in light brown boots ...
Weekly Contest #373
It all started with a flash of blonde. A glossy ponytail, like lightning around the corner of the chip aisle at a grocery store we had been to thousands of times before. Her golden whip snapped, catching my eye only a moment too late. I was unable to see its beholder. The second snap, my eyes to Dorians face. Normally sun kissed, was somehow pale and rosy at the same time. I watched as he quickly averted his eyes, expertly pulling the mask back down and selecting a bag of ruffles from the shelf before us. I didn’t know what I saw, or thought...
Weekly Contest #372
I picked at the already peeling steering wheel, watching the last of the mall’s occupants shuffle out into the remaining vehicles scattered throughout the parking lot. Streetlights fluttered, making the starless night appear menacing. A craving for sleep stung with each blink of my mahogany eyes, emphasizing the inadequacy of my midday nap. It was almost a month straight and this schedule had only gotten a little bit easier. A woman with three school aged children hurried to their car. They followed behind her like baby ducks. The woman spot...
Weekly Contest #369
CW: Contains themes of and/or references to infant death and grief I stood in the doorway of the nursery, overwhelmed by the task before me. Yellow light poured through the secondhand curtains, casting a warm glow on the mess scattered throughout the room. Admittedly, the disarray was my fault. Being in a rush, being too lazy. Life with a baby. There were blankets hanging over the side of the crib, a few neglected bottles on the highchair, a dirty pair of pajamas on the changing table, and a couple toys on the floor. My daughter’s clothes, ...
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