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Weekly Contest #60
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." Virgil sang the song tunelessly as he watched over the sheep. His mother, a shepherd before him, taught him the song in his youth as a reminder of his mission. She told him- "Never forget Virgil- never forget the 23rd Song. When it is bleakest, when all hope seems lost- sing this song." His mother- nor Virgil for that matter- had no idea it was actually the 23rd Psalm, not Song. Nor did they know it was from what people once called the Old Testament of a holy book known as the Bible. And si...
Weekly Contest #50
We all have a defining moment in our lives. For most of us, those defining moments are infrequent. They crash into your life, then years go by before another one lands in your lap. Our daily choices are ones of life and death, so for it to be a defining moment, it must be one that answers life toughest questions. Am I a coward? Am I a liar? Am I honest? Can I be trusted? Who can I trust? But I won’t be making those decisions today. My name is Rick Mason, and I'm a rookie police officer for the Houston Police. And I drew one boring...
Weekly Contest #24
“HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT UP, KARL!” Bert had had it. Too much time in the vacuum of space, too much time in close quarters. Too much cleaning and sauerkraut. Seriously, who eats that stuff? “HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE ME, BERT, YOU AMERICAN PIG!” Karl was done, too. The American was arrogant, prideful and sloppy. Then he was a clutz, too. That’s why they were here now, in space, with the gravitational controls out of function, floating. Not just the capsule. Them. Floating. In the capsule. “FINE- HERE IT COMES!” Bert pulled back his fist for an epi...
Dry Hollow Arizona doesn't seem like much, and really, it isn't. About a dozen wooden structures line the only street in town. Most of them are vacant. The Sheriff's office definitely is. So is the clinic, the church, and the dry goods store. No one in Dry Hollow needs anything from those places. They are all dead. Most of them, anyway. The saloon is open- it is the honey to draw the fly into the trap. And it works well. Over the last six months, five of the West's top gunslingers have come to Dry Hollow to test their mettle agains...
Weekly Contest #23
Evan looked out the window and thought, “No backing out now.” The snow was falling, and falling with a force and thickness that if he did not know better, the young man in the cabin would have thought the world itself had gone white. Gone were the thick aspen groves and clumps of cedar trees that grew tall despite the extreme altitude. Gone was the crushed gravel and granite “road” that led him here in the banged up old Land Cruiser that had seen far too many winters. Gone even was the stack of wood that would provide him warmth in this l...
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