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Weekly Contest #198
Kelly Chase knew there was nothing very special about herself, which is enough to make any child of thirteen resentful. In fact, she was quite sure that she was one of the worst people she knew, and she hated herself for it. She had started her eighth grade year by being sent in to therapy. However, she refused to tell the therapist anything, including the reason why she needed therapy. Dr. Hobbs was a calm, comfortable, middle-aged woman who dressed in simple clothing, usually a blouse and slacks. She was neither formal nor informal, but ...
Weekly Contest #197
Here I am again, staring at another blank page - well, not page, I write stories on my phone. You know those moments during the day when you have nothing to do at work so you take out your phone when no one is looking? Then you stare at the blank screen and commit yourself to the gods of writing, if there are any, but you’re fairly certain that if they existed, the writing gods would really enjoy tormenting the people who worship at their altar and - gosh darn it, I think that’s a run-on sentence. It’s so hard when the screen keeps scrolling...
Weekly Contest #196
Across the light blue carpet of the living room lay the body of a woman. A floor lamp illuminated the side of her blond head that had been repeatedly bludgeoned. Blood drenched her face and had splashed over everything: her floral nightgown, the carpet, the sofa, the lampshade, and even a few drops had reached the green curtains drawn across the sliding door. Richard Spencer stood with his back to the curtains, his chest heaving, as he surveyed his dead wife. His thin brown hair and soft, oval face were sprayed with blood, as was his starch...
Weekly Contest #194
Tianna Bradley had arrived once more in the same dream that she had had for several days. Everything was exactly the same as the past several times she had visited the dream. She stood in the hallway of an apartment, a single yellow bulb shining on a dark green carpet. There were no pictures on the wall, no decorations, but there were three doors. The two doors on the right were open, showing a small guest bedroom and a bathroom respectively. The door on the left, however, was shut, and as usual, she could not open it. The closed door both...
Weekly Contest #193
It was after midnight. Stephanie Armstrong stood on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building, an odd figure for this time of night. Her brown curls had been pulled tightly into a ponytail, her face wore light make-up, and she was dressed in a black business suit. She had a white purse slung over her shoulder, and a suitcase stood next to her. Stephanie stared intently at the entrance of the apartment complex where her ride would soon appear. Then she saw a white SUV, which came to a stop in front of her, and the driver leaned out of ...
Weekly Contest #192
The sun had risen just above the horizon, though gray clouds lingered in the sky. The rain from last night was gone, but the roads were wet, and long stretches of water lay in the gutters. Kayla Black stepped onto the rickety porch of her small house, yawning and stretching. Her brown hair was tied up but disheveled and falling around her face like a ragged curtain. Her knit sweater was twice her size and had holes, but it was comfortable. In her neighborhood full of small houses with rickety porches, no one cared what she looked like. Kay...
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