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Weekly Contest #361
I’ll always look back on that summer as the “Summer of Love” and not just because of what I experienced, either. It happened to everybody that year. It was an epidemic. And not just romantic love either. Even platonic bonds were gushing like never before. Love was being realized in ways none of us had really even considered possible prior. You could chalk it up to hormones, or puberty, but that only accounts for a small fraction of the whole town. Even crotchety old widow, Ms. Bumstead had found it that summer. She had been notoriously ...
Weekly Contest #269
It is incredibly taxing to recount all of the pertinent events of our history, let alone the full account of mine without mentioning some horrific details I had only discovered this month. My memory has been rather hazy due to severe shock and trauma throughout the past few months. I suppose I should begin there while I have my faculties. Part One: TravailWe had set sail on a journey across an ocean that had not been traversed for generations. Our entire community was blighted with an affliction causing the population to dwindle to just us m...
Weekly Contest #216
Dame walks into my office looking like she just woke up from the last bad night of far too many. A fresh winter gust wafted in with her. The bell rang a bit delayed from her entrance, and her head seemed to split in two for her. She cowered like a cat in a bathtub, holding her hands over her ears before rubbing her cheeks for warmth. Her hands were the only thing bare on her aside from her face. She was gorgeous. Through and through. I felt like I could see her very soul. Broken hearted, and needing a win. She was looking for me to find it....
"YOU WIN!!!!!!!!!!" The first item from my mailbox screamed at me with a bold yellow and red glossy print at the top. The whole ad was pandemonium. There were things to scratch off and exclamation points all over the page. I tossed it directly into the trash. The next item had a "Notice" print, so I put that on the counter in the pile of important things to open later. That pile somehow only grows and never dwindles. The next three items were all addressed to previous tenants, so I put those in the other pile on the counter for being returne...
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