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Weekly Contest #48
Dick Wydoo, a boy I went to school with, was walking home from our final class of the evening early, because a huge log was dropped on his arm during woodshop, so he was excused. He winced at the pain in his right arm, and dared not to look at the crippled limb, for Dick had a weak stomach. His home was empty besides his cat; on the kitchen table a note taped to a frozen tv dinner read "My mother had a stroke, will be home in a week. Plenty of these in the freezer. -Mom." He shoved the packet into the microwave and sat down, ready to se...
Weekly Contest #18
"Wow! Look at this dress I found! It might fit you!" My annoying little brother said, flagging an old French maid's uniform. "Why don't you try it on?""Don't be ridiculous. That thing looks like you could blow on it and it turns into dust." I had no intention of wearing such a filthy garment. There were a few holes in the front, surrounded by brown stains and smothered in dust; it looked like it may have been authentic. "You know what. Screw it. I may have well have some fun today." Our mother was forcing us to clean up this junk heap. She s...
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