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Weekly Contest #236
It was as if he was staring into a reflection of his past. A reflection that exposed his true self and stripped away all the layers that had made him the hardened criminal that even the most fearsome individuals had come to dread—to tremble and cower before.It felt like gazing upon a distant memory. A pure, untainted fragment of his soul that he yearned to reach out and grasp. Hold it close, embrace it tightly, and never let it slip away.Just as he knew it had... all those years ago.“Gosh, I’m real sorry, Mister!” The little boy dropped to t...
Weekly Contest #235
It all started when dispatch sent him to Newberry Street to investigate a domestic disturbance call.Newberry Street…It was an unremarkable name, one that he never anticipated would haunt his nightmares for years to come. Newberry Street was situated in a rundown part of town, with chain-link fences enclosing the houses. Signs warning "No Trespassing" or "Keep Out!" glared at him from every door and gate.The house he’d been called to, one with a faded 27 painted above the front door, had a fence higher than any other. The driveway was riddled...
Weekly Contest #234
Never in a father’s life is he ready for the day that he is expected to turn his daughter over to the arms of another man. Never in my life was that a moment I was prepared for. It was a moment that people joked about. “She’s gorgeous, Ledger!” My friends would tease. “Pretty soon, the boys will be knocking at the door like crazy!” “Yeah?” I’d always snorted, waving them off like they had mush for brains. Because my little girl was my little girl. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was just a baby. My baby who loved to play with Barbies and ...
Weekly Contest #233
He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t hear anything but the buzzing in his ears. It was like a swarm of bees circling his head in a flow of never-ending noise. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz…Buzz… Beep! Beep! The buzzing was shut out by the sharp alarmed cry of a car horn. He jumped in his seat. He jerked the wheel to the side, just as a car in the lane beside him screeched past, the driver holding his hand out the window and putting up a furious, obscene gesture. He’d been weaving between lanes. He was lucky the oncoming Chevy hadn’t scraped or rammed...
Weekly Contest #232
Tanson was a dragon. He was a young dragon whose head was always held high with pride. He by himself was as strong as a herd of oxen. His heart burned with a zest for life that no one could quench. He was the last of his kind. The very last dragon in all of the millions of planets and galaxies that were spread out over the vast universe.Tanson didn’t bow before anyone—not kings or queens, no man or beast.Tanson could fly across galaxies with his powerful wings and sturdy lungs. He could swing from planet to planet in the span of a few days. ...
Weekly Contest #231
When Adam was twelve, he was a Little League star pitcher. At fourteen, he was accepted onto an All Stars team, playing with the best of the best.At sixteen, he was hit in the face by a ninety-mile-an-hour beaner.The doctors told him that there was bleeding in his brain. They looked him in the face and told him that if he didn’t take a break and if he didn’t stop playing, he could put himself in a coma.Adam didn’t listen, and the doctors were proven right. He played himself right into a three-month slumber.When he woke up, everything he love...
Weekly Contest #230
It was cold. It was so terribly cold. The kind of biting chill that digs into skin like a hoard of terrible worms. Worms that burrow under flesh; stinging, burning, and twisting through bone and tissue alike. Water dribbled from the roof above me. It splashed against my head and popped against my nose. It wasn’t warm water, like raindrops in the summer. It was water moments away from hardening into dots of ice. The floor was a layer of smooth stone. The stone soaked up the miserable freeze of the atmosphere around it and shot it back up in...
Weekly Contest #229
“Look, dad.” Sara sighed. She held the phone under one arm while she struggled to coral the wild papers strewn across her desk into a neat pile. “Not this time, okay? Maybe this summer. I’ve got work coming out of my ears, and some major tests coming up after the break. I have to study.” Sara got the papers in order. She stuck them into the briefcase she was holding. “Law school isn’t a walk in the park, you know.” “Sara, honey, I know you're busy.” A deep voice breathed from the phone. Sara did a quick glance around her cubicle. Every...
“I don’t want to hear it!" Bella jumped as her father banged the table with a closed fist. His meaty hand cracked against the polished wood. The bowls rattled as the table quaked. Bella’s mother leapt to prevent Bella’s younger brother, Benny’s, glass from slipping off the edge of the table. “This is madness!" Bella’s hand trembled as she gripped her spoon. She tried not to look. She kept her eyes trained on her supper—the fried chicken and mashed potatoes her mother had prepared for them. Why does it feel like I can just...
Weekly Contest #227
Snowflakes danced down to earth, diamonds glittering against steely velvet. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. The boy settled further into the window nook in his bedroom. He absentmindedly stroked the soft head of a stuffed bear that slouched on his windowsill. Watching the first snowfall of the season, the boy felt a bitter ache from somewhere deep inside him. It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas, alright… and that reality broke his heart. Christmas was a time for family. Christmas was the time when h...
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