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Weekly Contest #363
Elkins, Arkansas, Late Spring 3:46 p.m. The tornado sirens begin. I don’t really care. I’m playing catch with my kid brother, Andy. Our dog, Rocky, runs around our feet, barking and trying to grab the ball whenever Andy drops it. I absently notice the lazy flickers of lightning bugs near the edge of the woods. Part of me finds that strange, but I don’t know why. The sirens come from the direction of town, overlapping like echoes in a cave. They start low, increasing in pitch and sustaining for a few seconds until the cycle repeats. I catch ...
Weekly Contest #362
Amelia stopped in front of the faded red door. Was this the place? She replayed the directions Sarah had given her for the hundredth time in her head: “It was a few blocks from Jackson Square, down an alley just off Toulouse Street. Look for a red door. Oh, and the building had one of those balconies with the cute curvy railings.” Unfortunately, that seemed to describe half the buildings along the labyrinthine streets of the French Quarter in New Orleans. Amelia rubbed her temples. I’m in over my head, she thought miserably. She was tired, h...
Weekly Contest #360
“All right, men,” Winnie said, looking around the table. “We need ideas, and we need them yesterday. I’m not exaggerating when I say that this is quite possibly the most important meeting any of us will ever attend. The fate of the entire world may very well depend on what we come up with right here and right now. Maybe. I dunno. Major Williams, whatcha got?” The elderly man frowned at her, his jowls dangling like thin drapes from the sides of his face. He might have been rough around the edges, but Winnie knew that Major Williams secretly h...
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