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Weekly Contest #372
SLEEP SLEEPSLEEPWe listened to the audiobook until I couldn’t keep my head from bobbing up and down. I was missing dialogue, spacing out. Who was that character? What happened? It didn’t help the reader had an Irish accent, I could never understand half what the reader was saying but my husband being European caught every word. If we had been listening to an American Western or books from the South he would look at me like they were from another planet. We compromised alternating stories, most of the time I got the gist of the sto...
Weekly Contest #371
I had finally left the “Big City”. Yep goodbye New York City, land of the “if you can make it there you can make it anywhere”. Ten years, my lucky number , I had lived in the city, various apartments, various roommates , in Greenwich Village, in the meat packing district, in Harlem and Brooklyn. I never lived on the Upper East Side, couldn’t afford the rent. I always said I would give it ten years that would put me at 29 years of age, still young enough to forge another path if I wasn’t happy.I was eighteen and had come from a small to...
Weekly Contest #368
Gina looked down at her leg, she had taken a razor and made multiple cuts, she watched as the drops of blood dripped onto the floor. This wasn't the first time. Instead of being painful she would say it released the pain. This is what she did after every time she and her father fought, after he had slapped her around yelling about how rotten she was. This usually happened after she came in late from a date. She had locked herself into the bathroom, never crying, just staring at the rivulets of blood. She waited for the cuts to stop bleeding,...
Weekly Contest #367
“ There’s No Going Back Now” “Why hadn’t I thought this through?” she thought to no-one else but herself. “What was I trying to prove?”I lay in the V-birth of our 27ft. sailboat, unable to sleep. I had just spent the first of multiple hours sailing with my husband in not such favorable conditions. This was to be the start of aour three year liveaboard cruise. I have to back-up a little so you get the complete picture. I am not a sailor, I can’t even swim. I’m a farm girl. My husband is Danish, born on the southern coast of Denmark...
Weekly Contest #366
It was just one of those typical Danish family dinners, well typical for my husband's family. Maybe you know the ones where the table is laid out with the finest china, linen napkins, the family silver. There are always lit candles and usually a floral arrangement. Everyone is assigned a seat. The least desirable was next to my Italian brother-in-law. His Danish wife always sat at the opposite end of the table. There is alot of planning involved in these dinners and this was no exception. I came to believe it was all about control. Dinner w...
Weekly Contest #348
What makes us human ---or can a human have humanityLuna lies on her bed, eyes half open as she takes her morning snooze and ponders the world.This of course is my interpretation . Luna is my four year old golden retriever. I don't know what or even if she is pondering anything. As I type this her eyes fly open as though she reads my thoughts, she does read my thoughts by the way. Somewhere I had read making an animal use human communication skills was poor writing. Our race or species has no idea what the other is thinking. I don’t believe t...
Weekly Contest #346
THE END OF THE ROADI’ve always been lucky I believe. Everyone talks about the great mystery of life trying to figure it out . I had come to the conclusion that the great mystery of life is when will it end. I am now able to say I know when that will be, to the minute, and that is not because I am suicidal. I will even have an audience. I see the end of the road . I don’t have to waste my time wondering when it will all be over and concocting ways I think will prevent my demise. Waste of time. Wait, I hear the unlocking of a door and the shuf...
Weekly Contest #343
Expectations Leaning against the window on the cheap commercial airliner my thoughts drifted over the last few days. I had flown home for my only daughter's wedding. Home was well without giving myself away, let's just say a small midwest town somewhere in the U.S.A. Despite what I had become over the years I valued my daughter and would do anything she asked. I guess that's an only child's privilege. I had left home for college years ago and except for my father’s funeral never returned. Without bragging I will tell you I was very smart. Sm...
Weekly Contest #342
__ Don't Use the “L” Word__ “Why do you Americans always say that?” laughed my friend Irena from Denmark.“Say what?” I countered even though I knew what she was talking about.“I think that’s why you have such high divorce rates to say nothing about having the highest numbers of rape cases in the world.” Irena added matter of factly as only a Dane can do.I can say that as I married into a Danish family. They look at everything in black and white, well maybe not all Danes but my in-laws certainly do.I did start thinking about what she said...
Weekly Contest #340
rite a story that keeps getting rewritten by author with character arguing with writer on eventsIt was a cold and snowy morning.“Stop right there if you want me to help with this story we need to be on the same page. You told me you were going to write about the time you and I were on our boat in South America. Uh, snowy it rarely was in Nicaragua.”“Alright I knew this, but I was going to correct it in a few more sentences I only wanted to grab the reader’s attention. Besides I was going to comment on it was cold and snowy back in New York S...
Weekly Contest #339
THE BAY WINDOW Our big old farmhouse held so many wonderful memories for me. I’ve always counted myself lucky to be brought up on a farm. We were a big family, five boys and four girls. My parents worked hard and although they didn’t have much money we never lacked anything. Holidays were filled with family and friends. It was the most wonderful place on earth or at least I thought it was until that summer. That summer changed everything not just for me but my whole family.The focal point of the farmhouse was the big bay window in the front ...
Weekly Contest #338
CATCHER IN THE RYE ---BEHOLDEN TO HOLDEN I cannot remember how that book fell into my hands. I am quite sure it was not assigned reading in an English class. No, not from where I came from. I was probably the last generation of American kids who attended school in a one room building. There was no bathroom just a hole in a box seat. There wasn’t even any running water. The school was heated by a wood stove that the boys in our class had to chop and stack in the classroom. I went to school there from first to sixth grade, each row was a grade...
Weekly Contest #335
STUCK IN LIMBO She often wondered had she had waited too long to decide and then once she made that decision she wondered if she had made the right one. Decision that is. It’s this in between time that wastes so much energy. That time filled with what seems to be useless questions. I’m not talking about day to day stuff like what should I wear or what am I having for dinner or do I need a haircut. No, I’m talking about life changing, knowing that if she made a decision she might not be able to turn back or worse yet that sheA will turn bac...
Weekly Contest #333
“ Be Careful What You Hunger For” Hunger, what a subjective word. I used to think it was only for food but then I grew up.There was never enough food when I was a kid. You’ve heard that story a million times, I’m sure. Poor kid, parents were losers, Mom an alcoholic and Dad was on any drug he could get his hands on. If they grew up in a big city in a bad neighborhood you wouldn’t think twice about it, I grew up on a farm in Nebraska. You’re probably thinking I just made this up but honest it’s the truth. I was one of four boys you can ask an...
Weekly Contest #332
HURRICANE IVAN We had been sailing for almost four or five months trying to position ourselves out of the path of any hurricanes. Our trip along the eastern US coast had been filled with surprises but then it was the first time I had seriously sailed being a farmers daughter. The closest I came to sailing was in an inner tube in our cow pond. My husband however was from Denmark and there was no doubting that Viking blood ran through his veins. He was never happier than when he was sailing. We had been married only four years, give or take a ...
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