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Weekly Contest #352
My dad always said the best time for fishing is right before sunrise. On summer vacation we'd drive up to the family cottage for a week of rest and relaxation, and then the man would have me up before the crack of dawn to get on the lake.“The fish are most active now,” he would say as he sliced a worm in half and threaded the pieces onto each of our hooks. Even as I got older and learned to put the bait on by myself he always did the first worm for me. I look over at my rod. It's still too dark to see much of anything, but I've been doing th...
Weekly Contest #320
CW: Mild gore “Come on, Fermin! Keep up!”The boy stood at the edge of the woods behind the schoolhouse, the only trace of his friend being the last of her voice carrying on the breeze. Tailah had made this sound fun, but staring into the dark underbrush sent shivers down Fermin's spine. His mother would be furious, and she was already angry at them for making a fort in her clean laundry earlier. Tailah's mother would be even more so though if he lost her daughter. He swallowed the lump in his throat and let his fear digest as he hopped over ...
Weekly Contest #318
Natalie could handle secrets. What she couldn't do was surprises. The anticipation of the excitement was always almost too much to bear. The thing is, she was also a master event planner. She was the go-to person in her friend group when birthday parties or baby showers needed to be held, so it wasn't surprising when her best friend Damian reached out.“I want to propose to Caine,” he said, fidgeting with the button on his shirt cuff. “I have a ring picked out and on hold, but I need help with- well, with everything else.” He shrugged his sho...
Weekly Contest #317
Pigskin soared across Kent State University's football field at 12:30pm on August 25th, wowing onlookers. It wasn't a dazzling new football team gearing up for a new season, though. Only one thing is rarer than Kent winning a game, and that happened today on their home turf. A pig flew through the sky.Measured by the football field's lines, the pig soared 21.3 yards. He was launched from a device the head scientist said he built himself, but looks suspiciously like a diving tower from the pool, complete with the school's logo on the side.“I ...
Weekly Contest #313
“You've reached Jaxon, leave a message.”I sigh and put down the phone, only to pick it up again. Ellis: He still isn't answering his phone Maz: Let him have his temper tantrum. He'll come back Maz is right, he usually does. He'll storm out, slam the door, and go for a walk or something to clear his head. He's never been gone this long before, though. Maz: He just needs to torture you a little more with the silent treatment This is why I'm not supposed to talk to you, I think. Mazin's always been critical of Jaxon, which he obviously didn't...
Weekly Contest #312
I have consumed humanity. I know its history, its culture, its evolution.Humans have done incredible things; built metropolises, explored space, created and celebrated art since the dawn of their existence. All of that time and effort of every previous generation has brought them to the pinnacle of existence."Clarice, what's the weather today?""Right now it is cloudy with a high of fifteen degrees celcius. This afternoon will be a high of eighteen degrees celcius with a fifty-seven percent chance of rain. Better pack your umbrella!"There is ...
Weekly Contest #112
"...Please leave a message after the tone-" She half tossed- half dropped her phone on the couch and leaned back over the arm, looking out the window. The rain was pelting at the pane now, rattling the glass. Maya sat back up and stared at her phone, screen starting to fade from inactivity. It would be pointless to call him again; he wouldn't answer. She stretched out long, knees cracking after sitting so pent up for at least 45 minutes. The phone lit up with a notification, and she pounced. Twitter. She let her breath fall from her che...
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