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Weekly Contest #305
You know what? I quit.I quit writing!I am so tired of staring at my computer, while nothing good comes out. The blank page, the ever-present, ever-ruling tyrant of my life. I keep doing all the things they say. I schedule space to write every day, and I only miss it a few days a week, but STILL.I’m done.I quit.I should be better at this by now. Years of writing little bits of this, little snippets of that. Clever one liners or interesting paragraphs that have no context or plot.It’s been decades of wanting to be a published author. I keep tr...
Shortlisted for Contest #267 ⭐️
Aurelie’s long black hair hung down her back, the twisted braids being slowly undone by fat raindrops that fell. It seemed as if they were all hitting her at once. She was grateful she’d chosen the oversized jacket and combat boots to wear, though that was more for fashion than practicality. She regretted not choosing something with a hood. That would require her to check the weather ahead of time, though, and she rarely did that. She rushed down the gray city streets, people rushing past her in each direction. No matter how fast she ...
Weekly Contest #264
Luca knew the groom’s youngest brother would be the easiest to target. He had spilled the details easily once he was wasted. He'd heard the raucous bachelor party, taken note of the expensive watches and they were on his radar. All he did was palm a fancy bottle of champagne from one table, and offer it to the bachelor party “on the house." A couple hours later, and a secret tip to the bartender to pour heavy handed, he had everything he needed.Two days later he was dining at a wedding in a lavish resort in Utah. His dry cleaned tuxedo helpe...
Weekly Contest #212
***Based on true events*** WESTERN UNIONNOVEMBER 1940SECWAR BY WAY OF ADMIN LT/C JD WALKERWASHINGTON, D.C.OUR NEW IN AIR RADAR TECHNOLOGY WILL ALLOW US TO FIGHT THE GERMANS IN THE DARK PERIOD GERMANS ARE DESPERATE FOR THIS INFORMATION SO WE MUST DEFLECT THEIR ATTENTION PERIOD WE HAVE COME UP WITH TWO EXPLANATIONS FOR THE SUCCESSFUL RETALIATION AGAINST GERMAN NIGHT STRIKES PERIOD ONE POTENTIAL IDEA IS THAT AN INCREASED CONSUMPTION OF CARROTS HAS IMPROVED THE NIGHT EYESIGHT OF BRITIS...
Weekly Contest #211
Content warning: grief, loss, death, child death It was dark and humid, and she couldn’t see very far past the dim light of the fire. A circle of tree stumps sat around the fire. Lydia entered the circle, surprised at being the first to arrive at her post, and chose a seat at random. The warmth of the fire was comforting, but added to the sheen of sweat that gathered on her forehead. Her feet ached. She had been walking for miles. It always feels like miles, she thought to herself. She flipped her long, dark braid to her other sh...
Weekly Contest #210
Donna sat on the couch, legs folded under her. The afghan she was working on covered her lap and fell over the side of the couch. Taylor suppressed a sigh. Mom always worked on the blanket when she worried about something. She loved her mother’s crocheted creations, but when she saw her working on the ever-growing purple afghan, she knew something bad was brewing.“What’s wrong, Mom?” Taylor asked, sitting down next to her on the couch and pulling the blanket up over her own legs. It had grown as long as the rectangle rug that covered th...
Weekly Contest #200
“How are you today?” he said into the rearview mirror. The woman in the backseat of the car didn’t seem to hear him as she stared into her phone, her thumb methodically scrolling social media. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the road. He was used to this by now. He was just a background decoration in this person’s life. A warm body who steered their life to another destination. It used to be easier to engage with people, as he took them on their journeys. Of course, people also used to be more aware of their surroundings, of the more s...
Weekly Contest #115
Ryland knew he might not get invited to the party if he didn’t use his connections on the football team. He had been a kicker the last three years, though he hadn’t tried out this year because of taking on a second job. He’d been avoiding the irritation of his buddies the first few weeks of school, hoping to save himself from the lectures of privileged athletes whose families weren't struggling financially. His mom told him he didn’t need the job, but he got one anyway. He could work an extra 10-15 hours a week now that he was 18, and it wou...
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