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Weekly Contest #353
Fires raged around me as I stood, unscathed, on the plain. I had hoped that this day would never come, and yet, here it was. It was foretold centuries ago when the world was new. A fire would spread across the earth, devouring all living creatures in its path. One would be spared. That one was me. I did not want to be spared. I wanted to be the hero, to save everyone. I was but a lonely pebble when the prophecy was bestowed upon me. In the centuries that had passed, I had grown into a boulder of immense size and shape. From a distance, I r...
Weekly Contest #263
It was a Tuesday afternoon when I turned evil. Nobody thinks of turning evil on a Tuesday. Now, Mondays that’s the day for evilness to occur, or maybe even five o'clock on a Thursday when your boss decides to take away casual Friday. But, for me it was a Tuesday. I should have already left work that day, but I had stayed behind to catch up on some last minute paperwork. That’s when he came in… I don't know how he did it, but he always managed to find me at the most inopportune time. I swear he must’ve put a tracker somewhere on my pers...
Weekly Contest #252
Prologue To an outsider, Lucy’s life looked boring, but Lucy didn’t see it that way. She was a normal person, who just lived her life without all the frills and fancies everyone else chased. Lucy knew what she was doing today, tomorrow, next week, next month, and even next year, and none of what she was doing included any adventure. That was the plan, but life had other plans for her. It all began on her birthday, of all days when she humored a coworker and made a wish. What had possessed her to make that wish? She hadn’t made a wish since s...
Weekly Contest #251
Prologue The library was being breached. Alfred could hear men shouting for reinforcements. He didn’t have much time, but luckily he had an escape route. When he built his secret library he made sure of that. That was before Huxley Marrow came to power, but he was glad that he decided to put a secret exit in the library. Behind the last shelf on the left was a book with an embossed E on the spine. Pulling on it would open up a passageway that would lead Alfred to freedom. He quickly gathered what would fit in his satchel. Someone had betray...
Weekly Contest #248
“The Library closes in thirty minutes," a gravelly voice on the intercom announced. It was the time of day that Sarah hated the most. Groaning inwardly, she stood up from her chair and stretched. She was stiff from sitting so long, but it was worth it to spend hours escaping into different worlds. If Sarah could, she would live in the library. She stared at the pile of books on the table. There wasn't enough time to decide which books to check out and which ones to leave. Treasure Island was a reread, so that could go back, and the Ro...
Weekly Contest #247
Rhea slipped quietly past the guards at the front gate. It was well past midnight and if she was caught another demerit would be added to her file. She was a wispy sort of girl that most people ignored when they walked by, so getting past the guards at the gate was relatively simple, as long as she stayed in the shadows. As inconspicuous as she was, it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t run into a patrol while out in the forest. The risk was necessary because she needed to know about life outside the walls.Rhea lived in a community called the Bra...
Weekly Contest #246
The sky opened up as Theo hurried down the sidewalk. He chastised himself for not having an umbrella. Turning up his collar, he quickened his pace. Not only was he late for rehearsal, but he was going to be soaked as well. At least he had his lines memorized, well most of his lines memorized. Theo was hoping he would be able to bluff his way through the lines he didn’t know. He turned a corner and the theatre loomed up in front of him. A magnificent structure built sometime in the early 1900’s, the theatre had lost most of its former grandeu...
Weekly Contest #245
Nellwynn Thatcher was drawing water from the well when the sky went dark. She screamed and dropped the bucket. With a clanging splash it landed back into the well. Using its sides, she slowly slid to the ground. What was happening? Was the world ending? She didn’t dare lift her head to look at the sky afraid of what she might see or not see. Nellwynn began rocking back and forth, humming a lullaby her mother would sing to her when Nellwynn was a little girl. What about her mother? Was she okay? She was out tending to the garden, ...
Weekly Contest #244
Faded by time and storage, the photo lay hidden in a beat up box. It was a picture of my family from a vacation that I did not recognize. I flipped the photo over to see if anything was written there. All it said was “taken by Hazel, December 1999.” I turned the photo back around and stared at it intently. My mother, sister, and brother were standing in front of an enormous rock formation. They were all smiling with their arms wrapped around each other. In 1999, I, Hazel, was 15 years old and in my moody teen years. If memory serves, we took...
Weekly Contest #243
I awoke from a long nap to the sound of a klaxon. Stretching, I reached up and knocked the alarm clock off the nightstand. It fell and shattered into hundreds of pieces. The pieces would eventually be picked up later, by someone else. I had too much to do to worry about that now. There was a long day ahead of me and cleaning wasn’t on the list. I headed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Some of my family were already seated at the table. I climbed into the first empty chair I found and waited for my breakfast. When it didn’t app...
Weekly Contest #242
It was Daniel’s first night working as a janitor at the local museum. He was nervous, so nervous he had already changed shirts twice and had brought an extra one with him just in case. He had spent the day practicing sweeping, mopping, and dusting everything in his apartment. He wanted to make a good impression on his boss. It was now the cleanest that it had ever been. He was sure to get his deposit back. Daniel needed this job. It was his fourth one in the last six months. It wasn’t that he wasn’t good at his other jobs, it was just ...
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