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Weekly Contest #105
The summer is hot, well, more sizzling than I ever remember—a reminder of simpler times is recorded in my voice mail, leaving me at a loss of words. And that brought the memory of what my mother said, “Cat got your tongue? But I would choose to nod with a smile, keeping my thoughts to myself. It is preferable not to say anything that was unnecessary or hurtful words. And when I thought about those times when the silence grew between my mother and me, the words of my doctor, “Ms. Brown, I regret to inform yo...
Weekly Contest #74
Maryann’s footprints across the attic floor are the only sign that someone was up here. Maryann’s fingernails trace the grooves of each tally mark that now litter the crumbling cement wall. Every single line etched symbolizes her story—a story when one day Maryann will be release from the ghost that haunted her past. As Maryann’s eighteenth birthday is only a few days away, she anticipates a new adventure around the corner. She’s the youngest child, with an older brother, Bobby, the more sensible one. Maryann is a whir...
Weekly Contest #63
“Where there is Smoke.” “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” The colors are so vivid that a person can almost imagine the leaves on fire as smoke rises from the campfire. Ally, my older sister, pokes the wood, creating more smoke than fire. As I approach Ally, I can hear her tiny, quiet intake of breath. I could quickly think of offering my help, but I thought it would be best to wait. After all, she was the one who ini...
Weekly Contest #62
“Different” “Your son and daughter are as different as night is from the day,” Mr. Fritz matter-of-factly commented to Karyl’s mom. At that time, Karyl was only four years old, and her brother Geoff was five. And their appearances reflected Mr. Fritz's statement. The two of them were not only different in their looks, but they're temperate. Geoff was easy going, while Karyl’s was anything but quiet, making her vo...
Weekly Contest #44
“Whispers”By Carol Ann Keefer The lake lap as it caresses the shore and her hair danced in the warm breeze. In the distance, a house surrounded by an assortment of trees giving rise to an illusion of an island. There Isabella lives, or shall I say more like a prisoner, locked in a room whose windows face the forbidden lake. Gone is her innocence, strip away, like weathered stones that make up the mountains that protruded against the horizon. Isabella...
Weekly Contest #43
"A New Birth"By Carol Ann Keefer The Inn was busy as the villagers filtered throughout the room, Isabelle, with her basket, stopped by every table hoping to sell at least one or two apples. Betsy, the bar maiden shooed her away from the patrons so that they were not bothered by this waif, ignored, Isabelle stumbles pass a group of unsavory characters, one catches her just before, Isab...
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