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Weekly Contest #337
The incessant rocking of the boat had stopped completely. The stillness was dizzying after so many days spent pitching this way and that, and Annie felt her stomach turn. “Brad,” said Annie in a harsh whisper as she pushed the sleeping mass that was her partner. He groaned and shuffled a bit. “We’re not moving,” Annie said, craning her neck to try and see outside. Their sailboat, the Blue Dream, was a thirty two foot fiberglass yacht. A 1979 Wetsail 32, to be more specific. But more than that, for the last month and some change, the boat had...
Weekly Contest #336
Chili splashed out of the bowl and onto the dead man’s skin. The redness of the stain was stark against the pale, dead gray, and ran down in a thin line until it hit the linoleum floor. “Damn it.” Said Mason, pulling his steaming bowl away from where he had been hovering it over the corpse. More of it splashed over the rim and fell in fat drops onto the floor. He set the bowl down on the counter and looked back at the body. For a dead man, he looked tranquil, his body nearly perfect, aside from the splotch of red chili. Mason considered clea...
Weekly Contest #332
Clouds on the horizon churned and fell over one another like angry mashed potatoes, and Ray watched them. He’d known for months, hell, they’d all known for months. It was the storm to end all storms, or, rather, the storm to end all people. An anomaly, they’d called it. Ray smirked, still watching the clouds gather over the ocean, feeling the winds pick up around him. An anomaly. Storms, no matter their size, were as regular as anything Ray could imagine. He’d seen hundreds, perhaps thousands in his lifetime, ranging from small thunderstorms...
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