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Weekly Contest #366
I should have known better than to believe in forever.And no, this isn’t a love story.There are already too many of those. We know the script by heart—the almosts, the heartbreak, the grand gesture that comes just before the credits roll. We have shelves full of novels and playlists full of songs that insist romantic love is the greatest thing we’ll ever lose.But no one really prepares you for the other forever.The one you first believe in while kicking your feet beneath the swings at recess. The one written in crayon across folded notebook ...
Weekly Contest #363
It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon. Bob sat on the couch, watching a football analysis show on TV. The announcer droned on about statistics and which young players were destined to become the league’s newest stars. Beneath the television’s blare came the clink of dishes from the kitchen. Bob’s wife, Jennifer, washed each dish until it shone. Every now and then, she peeked through the kitchen doorway—not at the television, but at the old dog curled beside her husband—BOB—short for Bucket of Beer, the name the employees at the bar where he’d ...
Weekly Contest #318
I walked down the dimly lit halls, my footsteps echoing into the silence like a drumbeat that refused to end. The only sound was the steady rhythm of my boots striking the hardwood—click, clack, click, clack—each note ricocheting off the walls until it seemed the entire building rang with it. The sound was too loud, too alive, for a place that felt so lifeless. It reminded me of church bells tolling at a funeral, hollow and heavy, and I half expected the walls themselves to shudder beneath the noise.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sigh...
Weekly Contest #307
I’ll admit it now—what I wouldn’t admit then.I was wrong.I didn’t come back to win her over. I didn’t even think I’d talk to her.But I saw her face on a poster taped to a light pole outside the diner.“Live Tonight – Ember Calloway.”Her golden hair. That same smile I remembered. I stood there in the heat, staring at it like a fool.So I bought a ticket. Just to be in the same room.When she stepped on stage, it was like the lights bent around her. Her voice carried through the room like something holy—smooth, aching, proud. That girl I once hel...
Weekly Contest #306
1:03 a.m. Claire: is it true what I just heard? Louie: huh? Claire: what they're saying u did Louie: idk what ur talking about Claire: not doing this Louie: good Claire: …good?!? Louie: don’t wanna talk to u anyway Claire: too bad Louie: shut your mouth Claire: i’m the only one still on ur side Louie: SHUT. UP. NOW. Claire: i’m trying to HELP you Louie: don’t. i don’t want ur helpLouie: don’t need anyone Claire: wtf Louie: fr Claire: stop Louie: u think i do, but i don’t Claire: answer the question Louie: go fkn screw urself — Claire dislike...
Weekly Contest #266
“Have you ever believed in something so much that you made the impossible, possible?” He threw up his hands in excitement, prancing like an excited deer. “What-.” Her voice was tight with bemusement.“Or had a dream that wouldn’t quit bugging you day and night until you paid it piece of mind?” He added, speeding up to walk in rhythm with his fast flowing words.“Woah, Landon! Slow down... and, woah, Landon! That would be a street you're about to walk into.”“Did you ever-.”“Landon, stop!” Landon felt a firm grip latch onto his shoulde...
Weekly Contest #249
The Sunset Road To hear the crunch of pavement below With sticky fingers wrapped around a leather wheel Trees and sky pass in an endless flowSurrounded by a cage of solid steelThunder rumbles and shakes the earthLighting flashes in mocking mirth Rain falls from a darkened skyDroplets slither along glass My lip trembles, and I whisper a silent, ‘why?’A flashing symbol on the dash warns of my waning gasShe loved to drive at sunset, as I am doing nowShe would drive and drive, as long as time would allow I remember the day w...
Weekly Contest #246
I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was an accident. I’m not a bad kid…not really. I get decent grades; I don’t pick on anyone. I mind my own business. Mom works the night shifts for the gas station down the road from our apartment, so I go straight home after soccer practice. Every day I spend the evenings babysitting Charlie and Emma, my baby brother and sister, twins conceived through a few-week relationship Mom had with this man she met when he was buying a pack of cigarettes from her. Needless to say, he didn’t stick around when he found...
Weekly Contest #245
“I say there’s nothing dangerous about it... can’t be worse than looking into the sun. All that happens when you do that is you get a little burn and some eye floaters.” The two boys sat outside Kenny’s house. They reclined in lawn chairs, seated around a crackling bonfire. Kenny took a drag from his cigarette. He squinted at Bobby, who’d brought forth this new strand of conversation. “You sayin’ lookin’ at the eclipse can’t be worse than lookin’ at the sun?” Bobby took a gulp from his beer can—one of the six that Kenny had taken from his pa...
Weekly Contest #244
The world has a way of taking a peaceful life and bringing into it storms of turbulence. Skies once clear and cloudless overtaken by a dark overcast of depression. Rains of doubt and winds of worthlessness screaming down until they destroy everything in their wake.Every feeling of hope and every ray of sunshine blotted out by a thunderstorm of the worst life has to offer.When I was eight, that was before the clouds started to roll in on the horizon. When I was eight, I had a toy astronaut. He had a shiny, silver suit and a space mask. His na...
Weekly Contest #243
“Out! GET OUT!” Fang whimpered as a beefy fist pounded the seat just above his head. Flesh smacked against leather with a sound like a thunderclap. Fang flattened his ears tight to his skull and backed away. His back paws slipped off the edge of the car seat. He wrenched his leg as he plummeted out of the vehicle. He landed like roadkill with a crack on the pavement of the highway. His vision blurred, and his nose welled up with something warm and sticky. Red liquid dribbled down his muzzle and tickled his chin. What did I do! Fang yow...
Weekly Contest #242
Donald Martin’s second grade class went on a field trip in the fall of 1993. It was a trip that’s destination was a local museum called the Relics of Old. Donald didn’t want to go. He puckered his lip and resisted the urge to stomp his foot while Mrs. Alisha was prepping them for the bus ride. He wanted to stay at school and have Mrs. Alisha carry on her reading of the book Shiloh. He wanted to get lost in captivating stories and riveting fairy tales. He longed for knights and dragons, hero dogs, and brave steeds.He didn’t see what all ...
Weekly Contest #241
Once upon a time, there existed a land where the woods stood tall and whispering, rivers wound like silver serpents through verdant meadows, and the earth itself seemed to sing with life. In this mystic realm, there lived a powerful king. The king’s name was King Soul. He reigned over a vast kingdom known as Wolffrin. Soul commanded an army of over ten hundred warriors and lorded over more than a hundred thousand civilians. King Soul was a jaded man. Even in the tender years of his boyhood, he was distrustful and suspicious of everyone...
Weekly Contest #240
When he was just six years old, Nick Hall landed in foster care. His mom, addicted to her drugs more than to her son, couldn't be his anchor. His dad? He vanished the moment he learned he'd be a father, leaving Nick to face the world solo from day one. Nick grew up fast, figuring out ways to take care of himself, like dragging chairs to grab food from atop the counter and getting himself ready for school—all on his own. His mom, lost in a drug haze, missed his first morning of first grade. So, Nick, determined and a little excited, dec...
Weekly Contest #239
Vicky Roberts was sixteen years old when she received the most incredible gift she’d ever received in her young life. A gift all the way from Japan, a surprise from her dad who was pretty much a myth, given his job kept him overseas more than home. There it was, sitting in the driveway with a huge pink bow like it was trying too hard at a prom and a tag that read; "To my baby girl." Underneath, in a scribble that screamed dad, "Treat her right, and she'll be your best friend." Vicky remembered frowning, peeking up from the tag, and stari...
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