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Weekly Contest #344
Herbert poured the vitamin C powder into the glass of water and watched as it fizzed and slowly began to dissolve. His mind began to wander; his eyes fixated on the image of the tiny colored crystals bouncing and bubbling in the glass, so much so that he failed to notice the door creak open. A pair of eyes familiar to him peered through, then closed the door and disappeared.Herbert missed it, his head was completely congested from the cold he had picked up at the park. He brought it home with him and infected the whole household.His roomm...
Weekly Contest #341
Charlene was anxious. She was a Pisces. Pisces were supposed to love water, but even taking a shower was a struggle for her. She would go for a few too many days until she had to admit to herself that she was beyond the point of needing to be refreshed. Even then it was a long, drawn-out conversation with herself. ‘I’ll take a shower today then I will clean the bathroom while I am at it’ she would say to herself on the first day she should shower. ‘If I shower today then I can tie my hair up and it will have the perfect curls for the par...
Weekly Contest #340
In the old west there was a lady named Bess who lived in Tehachapi. She was a gunslinger, a madam, and a bar owner all in one. She was, as you might guess from the movies, curvaceous with large blond curls drawn up on top of her head with feathers or sometimes jeweled adornments. She of course wore the expected ruffled and layered dresses as was the fashion for sporting ladies. Tied around her waist, under her petticoat was her pockets. In each pocket was a silver-plated revolver with mother of pear handles, just as you would expect.Bes...
Weekly Contest #331
Mary sat in her apartment, deflated, unable to sleep.It was almost midnight.The icy cold of winter crept into her poorly insulated apartment and she wrapped herself up tightly inside a plush blanket. The rosy glow of her hallway nightlight threatened to seep into her room through the crack under the door. She lay there cold and crying, not wanting to give up hope but lost in a downward spiral of self-doubt and depression. She told herself she could continue to feel solemn for three more minutes and if she wasn’t asleep by then she would h...
Weekly Contest #328
*This story contains sensitive subjects including drug use, sexual violence and pregnancy termination. There was a dark fog that was slowly covering the planet. It was alive and it grew and was deadly to everything it touched. Scientists spent almost three decades working on it but time was running out. Simon was one of the scientists.Simon was working longer hours on it than any other person, on any other team, in what was left of the whole world. He had no family, no love interests and barely any friends. He was liked well enough an...
Weekly Contest #305
You know what? I quit. The words rolled around in her mind like steel knives, severing everything she believed she knew about the world. She had, just like that, changed the entire trajectory of her world with five simple words. And what was she going to do now?“What am I going to do now” the words flew out of her mouth as she sat in her car lost and looking at the sky as if it would open up and all of the answers would pour out. They didn’t.Alice was in a state of shock. She was done being the whipping girl for the praised men. Men that...
Weekly Contest #275
They traveled up the steep embankment and as they did she thought to herself, half mumbling and half entranced from the exhaustion of the long journey.‘A road would be nice. I am not a fan of spiders, why do we have to whack our way through the overgrowth and the spiders?’ or ‘I wonder if we'll ever have cake again?’ Her mind mostly wandered to random topics. That made it easier to ignore her sore back and the sharp, stabbing pain from her worn out knees.She was getting too old to trek like this; too old and too weary from time spe...
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