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Weekly Contest #356
The checkered linoleum in the kitchen was peeling up at the corners with age. Every time I stepped near the sink, the floorboards gave a wet, low groan that felt less like old timber and more like the house warning me to stay back.I had spent three days packing my grandmother Evelyn’s life into cardboard liquor boxes I’d begged off the guy at the corner store. The house smelled exactly how she had during her final years… Mothballs, damp cedar, and that sharp, medicinal sting of generic liniment. To the rest of the family, Evelyn was a bitter...
Weekly Contest #355
The air inside the DiPaolo & Sons Funeral Home was thick enough to choke a saint. It was a blend of industrial floor wax, heavy floral arrangements that had already begun to turn and the sharp bite of anisette biscotti warming under heat lamps in the back lounge.Carol Marcone stood at the head of the mahogany casket, her posture rigid, her spine a straight line of pure Italian silk. She wore a tailored black sheath dress and a birdcage veil that came down just far enough to obscure her eyes. To the casual observer—the distant cousins fro...
Weekly Contest #354
2,731 days. In the grand timeline of the cosmos, seven and a half years is less than a heartbeat. It was a rounding error in the life of a nebula. But for Eleanor, 2,731 days was an eternity of compressed oxygen and thinning light. It was the exact time since the universe had developed a hole and her son, Leo, had fallen through it. She kept the count on the silver frame of the hallway mirror. Every morning, before the kettle whistled, she etched a tiny line into the wood. The frame was now a jagged landscape of scars, a silver topography ...
Weekly Contest #353
My name is Pipkin and I am currently pinned beneath a blueberry.To you, a blueberry is a snack. To me, it is a five-ton sphere of indigo doom that smells faintly of summer and impending humiliation. I am supposed to be an Elder Scout of the Mossy-Knoll Tribe, a title that suggests dignity, grace and the ability to fly in a straight line. Instead, I am currently negotiating with a beetle named Barnaby to see if he’ll swap his leverage for a half-chewed piece of honeysuckle.“Listen, Barnaby,” I grunted, my face pressed against a damp patch of ...
Weekly Contest #352
In the textbooks, July is a riot of aggressive color. It is the scorching, unforgiving yellow of the midday sun. A light so bright it flattens the world into two dimensions. It is the artificial, celebratory explosions of red and white that scar the blue night sky, demanding attention with every concussive boom. But that year, the world lost its warmth. The spectrum shifted, narrowed, and cooled. For me, July bled into a singular, haunting shade of blue.It started with his eyes. They were a bright, crystalline blue that had seen decades of l...
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