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Weekly Contest #372
I was sitting at my grandmother's old oak table, a large square of her famous lasagna steaming in front of me. The scent of the perfectly melted cheese layered between the tiers of homemade meat sauce overpowered the concern of a burnt upper palate. I hastily speared a chunk onto my fork, salivating as I brought this slice of heaven closer and closer to my eager lips - A sharp thud interrupted my dream. I sat up in bed and scanned the room, looking for something that may have fallen, but nothing was out of place. Another thud. I tried to i...
Weekly Contest #370
I’m roused from sleep by a shrill, siren-like beeping emanating from my phone. That sound can mean only one thing: Emergency. Report to the office immediately. So here I am, half asleep as I drag myself into work three hours early. I’m surprised to see the office assistant there as well. What kind of emergency would require even the assistant to come in before the sun’s up? “Good morning, Agent Logg,” she says. “I know you’re tired but –” “What’s my rule, Autumn?” I reply groggily. “Coffee first, then work.” I spot a steaming cup on her desk...
Weekly Contest #350
You know what really ruffles my feathers? Peacocks. They think they’re so great, prancing around the zoo with their fancy colors and giant tail feathers. People are mesmerized in their presence, and I say, what for? It’s not like they did anything special to look like that; they were born that way. My neck colors can be stunning, too, if the light hits just right. But people don’t seem to notice that. Or care. I could honestly spend the rest of my two- to five-year life span detailing all the reasons why I detest peacocks and – What’s that? ...
Weekly Contest #337
CW: Body horror. My mother always encouraged me to shoot for the stars. Each cloudless night we gazed into the inky depths of space together, wondering what lay hidden beyond the infinite, twinkling specks. I dreamt of pioneering a rocket ship to places far beyond the reach of a telescope’s eye. I pictured myself as a celebrated captain, an inspirational hero who hungered for discovery and thirsted for adventure. I imagined planting a flag on planets across the galaxy, and spending the rest of my days purposefully lost in the endless echo o...
Weekly Contest #326
Roy spewed beer from his mouth and nose as fits of laughter overtook him. You might think he was watching a sitcom, or perhaps a comedy special, or some other plausible program that could elicit such exuberant guffaws. But you would be wrong. You would probably never guess that he was witnessing a televised execution. And the funny part? The condemned man begging for his life. And Roy wasn’t alone. On the TV screen an arena packed with a hundred thousand people laughed with him. At the base of the jeering crowd was the Pit of Punishment, whe...
Weekly Contest #322
I stare at the ornate letter “C” carved into the large oak door before me. A letter stamped with the same “C” unexpectedly arrived at my home a fortnight ago. To my disbelief – and great elation – Nathaniel Cutler, the greatest and most celebrated chef in history, had requested my presence at a private dinner hosted in his mansion! The door opens and reveals a man with slick, dark hair. He is wearing a black suit and waistcoat and looks at me through rounded spectacles. “Good evening, Mr. Dawson,” he says in a regal voice. “My name is Rejean...
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