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Weekly Contest #375
Amy turned around a sharp corner in the corn maze and ran into Rick's back. Rick turned around and laughed. "It's déjà vu all over again." "Wh... What?" Amy blinked. Something was wrong, and she could see it now. "Déjà vu. You know... same thing happening again," he chuckled. "You know because—" John yelled back, "Because we passed that damn scarecrow again!" "Yeah, that's what I was saying," Rick finished. He brushed corn husk from his shirt. "No matter how many times I brush this crap off, it keeps coming back." Amy gripped her chest and d...
Weekly Contest #374
"Oh goodness! It's so beautiful!" Hazel's blue eyes widened as she held up the glass in both hands. Her fingers traced the white rabbits painted on the glass. One stood up straight and looked forward, and the other, a much smaller rabbit, ate the grass at the feet of the first. "I thought you might like it," Isaac said. "I found the set at a thrift store last week. Aren't they adorable?" "I think this is the best cup I have ever seen." She smiled. "Can I have some juice in the rabbit glass, please?" "Sure." Isaac turned on his heel and opene...
The beast that roamed the halls was awake again, and Isabella could hear its heavy footsteps drag slowly and deliberately toward the room where she had taken refuge for the night. Isabella lay motionless under the bed, breathing slowly and quietly, the polar opposite of her heart, which was beating so hard that she needed to roll onto her back so that her body could absorb the constant drumming before it reached the floor. The beast had incredible hearing, and she wasn't sure her current concealment was enough to keep her safe tonight. The b...
Weekly Contest #368
"Are you deaf or just plain old stupid?” The words felt like jagged glass sliding down Alyssa's back. She blinked hard and rubbed the fabric of her apron between her fingers. She took a deep breath, smiled and replied, “Sir, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from insults to the staff.” “Well, I'd appreciate a cup of coffee made the way I asked for it. Large, hot, black, and four sugars! No synthetic sweetener! I can taste the difference." He slammed the cup down on the counter so hard that some of the coffee spilled out of the lid a...
Weekly Contest #366
"I should have known better." John shook his head. "What's that, sorry?" The detective sat down across from John and opened his notebook, crossing a line under the notes he'd taken earlier in the day. "The last guy said I'd be out of here soon, and the guy before him said he'd just needed to check on one thing and I could go." "Yeah, they had some issues putting together the timeline of events. Why don't you tell me again. This time from the start" "I don't know how many times you are going to have me tell you the same thing over and over ag...
Weekly Contest #356
"That's silly!" She giggled. "No, it's not. I'm an Operational Business Analyst for Telo-nelco." The little girl giggled again. "That's not a real job." "Sure it is!" Isaac protested. "What do you do?" After a long silence, Isaac said, "I mostly just email people." She giggled even harder. "See, that's not a real job." Isaac smiled as the little girl leaned into him. "Yeah, OK. Maybe it's not a real job." She touched his watch, making funny faces at herself in the black glass. "How long did she say?" “Who?” “Mrs Gale. She told you to wait, d...
Weekly Contest #355
Mr and Mrs Briarson sat across from Mr and Mrs Hall in the same four chairs, just as they had for fifteen years. Their regular dinners began when the Halls moved in next door, and Mrs Briarson, the welcoming committee herself, invited them over. That single warm gesture sparked a friendship that, tonight, would end. Mr Hall, as he poured his wine into his glass, smiled a fake smile and laughed a fake laugh. Because tonight was the night five years ago that he was coming home late from the pub and hit a young boy, who hit his head on the hood...
Weekly Contest #354
I haven’t been able to sleep since my daughter’s ghost started visiting me at night. I wasn’t sleeping well before, but at least I got an hour or two before daylight broke through the curtains. We had our daughter when we were teenagers, a few months out of high school. That caused tension with my wife’s Catholic family. But we faced her mother and grandmother together during the pregnancy, and it helped that we got married at the courthouse a month before our daughter was born. She came into the world at four in the afternoon, surrounded by...
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