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Weekly Contest #356
They walked through the park, just the two of them. Just like they did every morning. This morning was different though; this time they were going somewhere special. Josh waited as he walked, waited for the conversation, the conversation he could never forget nor ever find an answer to. At least, he had never found one before. Maybe this time an answer will be there. Lately, their conversations have been more by voicemail or text. He preferred voice mail because, even if it wasn't in person, he still loved to hear her voice. "You know I lo...
Weekly Contest #347
YOU’VE GOT THE PLOT I was sitting at my desk, mostly filling out paperwork, but also wondering what I would have for dinner in approximately two hours. In other words, it was an easy, noneventful day in Morris County, Iowa. For someone in law enforcement, such days were hard to come by and much appreciated. Of course, I should have known that it wasn’t going to last. There was suddenly a quiet knock on the door and Jennifer Sundersten, my Secretary, opened the door slightly. “Sorry to bother you Sheriff Johnson,” she said, although we b...
Weekly Contest #335
Lilliana received the envelope the day before her 25th birthday, which in 2025 was also six days before Thanksgiving. It was a plain white envelope, the normal advertisement, offering you a credit card you couldn’t afford, or offer you a bank loan kind of envelope. She didn’t even know why she thought about opening it. Maybe it was the handwritten return address from a town in Maryland that set it apart and, at the very least, piqued her curiosity. It was definitely not a local letter nor was it from an address she recognized. Sitting at her...
Weekly Contest #280
Where is Julienne? It is a question that has haunted my mother, father and myself. It was 3 years ago when my life changed forever. My sister, Julienne, disappeared coming home from Red Oak Park, a county recreation site about 20 miles west of Jonesburg, a small town south of Cleveland, Mississippi. The park had a pond with access to Lake Colbert and the Mississippi River, lots of trees and hiking trails, campgrounds, and a couple of boat docks. My sister and her boyfriend had gone to the park to celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday, the two h...
Weekly Contest #275
She looked familiar. Of course, I had seen the picture, had memorized it in fact. When you are charged with killing someone, you have to know what they look like. Let’s go back a little bit. I am Terry Harveson but that is just my name. I am a security guard at Maryville Auto Parts, a manufacturing company in the middle of Tennessee, but that is just my occupation. I am also ex-military that trained as a sniper with the 82nd Airborne and had seen action in a couple of places that I am forbidden to mention. After returning to the states...
Weekly Contest #270
A RECIPE FOR LOVE Ingredients. Joe Aramitz moved quickly from counter to refrigerator to stove to counter again. Although he was not a cook, he had invited Miller Sanders for their first dinner in his home. Millers was four years younger than his thirty years, a pretty blonde with wide blue eyes, an athletic body, and an intelligent discerning wit. She worked part time at an insurance office and wrote columns for the weekly county newspaper. Joe was a realtor with FastPace Realty, a position he had held for going on eight y...
Weekly Contest #255
JUST THOMAS Thomas Mahern wasn’t a perfectionist, by any stretch of the imagination. His grades in school were always in the lower B range, any academic awards that he received could be counted on one hand, and he certainly hadn’t made the honor society. His pursuit of mediocrity continued into his professional life where, although he had pursued a medical career, he stopped way short of trying to be a doctor and instead attended school for an associate’s degree with medical technician certification. There was only one thing that drove him t...
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