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Weekly Contest #195
Sigrid opened one blood shot eye and glanced wearily at her monochrome wrist watch. Its small hand tick tick ticking like a time bomb, threatening to detonate her into an explosion of rushed chaos. "Four am, half an hour longer of break time" she thought wearily as she then gazed apprehensively at her turkey and cranberry sandwich she had purchased from the staff room vending machine. Usually she would have demolished it by now, yet this particular early morning she had face planted the staff room table as soon as her aching backside had fal...
Weekly Contest #194
Trigger warning: Contains mentions of adoption and teenage pregnancyReady get set and travel magazine: Article number #23 written by Rosemary Whitsands: It's hardly brain surgery to know that Australia is unique, with its Dingos and gum trees and the famous Scrubby Creek. With the Platypus that resembles a Beaver and a Duck, and if its small spurs inject you that would be rotten luck. Old Platypus is not the only lethal creature here, we have killer Kangaroos that look like steroid Deer.You could be walking briskly along the bush track, when...
Trigger warning: Contains contexts of suicide, physical violence, death, and substance abuse 1999 "Hey, back to square one!!!" I whinged, as I threw a board game piece at Harry's eight year old face. We were conversed in a rainy day game of snakes and ladders, yet the only snake i was focused on was my cheating little brother.Monopoly was a much easier game for him to pull the wool over my eyes, he would always demand to be the banker and as i was busy arranging the property cards as the ever important real estate agent, he would wait until ...
Weekly Contest #193
Caution: contains contexts of prostitution and sexual references23rd of July 1915" it's the thought that counts." Her Father had tried to teach her this lesson, but it had never sunk in. Growing up in extreme wealth, she had expected the best of everything. So when she was presented with some material item not as spectacular as she had wished for, she would cry and pout like the poor little rich girl she had been. Now the sentence rattled in her brain like a ringing alarm clock. If it was the thought that counts, her thoughts counted for nil...
There once was a boy named young Bobby Brown, he lived in a shack on the outskirts of town. He lived with a bird and also a dog, he lived with a mouse and a big friendly hog. He had no neighbours and I'll tell you why, his farts were so smelly they made people cry. As well as a rather stinky behind, employment for Bobby was too hard to find.Poor Bobby meant well but he wasn't so bright, every job he attempted he couldn't do right. Old farmer Macbernum once gave him a job to shear all the sheep but Bobby sheared all the dogs. " Git off me pro...
Weekly Contest #192
Trepidation swarmed over her body like a hive of killer wasps. " Just one more little step" her logical mind whispered to her soothingly " You can do this, you've already survived so much!!". That one little step would take her back in time yet at that same moment would slap her metaphorical face with the harsh reality of the present moment. She hadn't been back to this house since her childhood and with this long awaited reuinion there was also longing of what could have been. As her size 6 Adidas sneakers stepped over the threshold and ont...
Weekly Contest #191
(Sensitive content: Contains mentions of substance abuse, suicide and mental health) She will never forget the day her world changed forever. It had happened on a warm spring day as she was on her way to the hospital to pick up the methadone that stopped her from pummelling back into her painkiller addiction. She trudged along dragging her feet, too self absorbed to lift her face and look out at the beautiful nature. Her mind was filled with horror of the past 12 months. Sometimes she couldn't believe all the events that had unfolded in suc...
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