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Weekly Contest #97
Casey briefly studied the face staring back at her from the black glass. The disheveled brown hair held back with a hair band accentuated the baggy eyes and crow’s feet. When did I get so old? A child’s giggling cry snapped Casey from her reverie and back to the sink full of dirty dishes. She sighed. The boys were put to bed hours ago, and should still be asleep. Casey dried her hands and headed to the bedrooms at the end of the single wide trailer. Gig...
Weekly Contest #71
Mechanical whirring reverberated throughout the house, drowning out upbeat Christmas music playing from a boombox atop the refrigerator. “OH! What fun it is to ride!” the short, muscular brunette sang into her spatula. Sarah Philips pushed her mixer to its limit during the next verse of the song. Splashes of yellow batter adorned the walls of the bright kitchen. Thankfully, the floral granny apron she wore prot...
Weekly Contest #60
Irene yawned and stretched in her chair. Crunching numbers and balancing the books was mentally exhausting. Her fingers were sore from typing. “Ugh, my back is stiff.” Snap. Crack. Pop. The tension in her shoulders gave her a headache, so she decided to walk outside. Irene loved her house in the country. Isolated and living alone, she tended to the farm and livestock. Bright sun filtered through colored le...
Weekly Contest #58
Muscles tensed under thick, brindle hide. The 1,800-pound beast shifted and snorted under him, but Bill Jones was ready. He’d done his research like he had for every bull he’d ever ridden, and the national semi-finals were no different. A five-year-old bull, The Devil’s in the Details, tended to spin left and swung on the downs. In the past eighteen attempts to ride The Devil, only three successfully made it to the full eight seconds, and Bill had studied every attempt he coul...
“You have no idea what you’re doing! Sub-par supervisor skills and poor teamwork capabilities. You have absolutely nothing to bring to the table and should probably find somewhere else to work.” The older man’s moustache flared. The supervisor’s rant had gone on like this for about 90 minutes. John’s words beat into Sara so thoroughly that she felt numb, physically and emotionally. The tears and anger stopped flowing about an hour ago.  ...
Weekly Contest #36
Friday, April 3, 2020 I couldn’t sleep last night. Well, I fell asleep, but woke up about midnight. I was having the weirdest dreams, and when I woke up, I swear it felt as if someone was watching me. I t was so unnerving that I had to turn all the lights on. No one was in the room except me and my dog. Dixie kept staring at the empty reading chair in the corner. I sat in bed and read and eventually fell asleep somewhere about 3 AM. All the lights were still on when I woke up, except...
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