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Weekly Contest #296
Raven Moon, Case File #1Dimitri The bar stool cut into the backs of my legs, a common issue for someone with legs that didn’t go clear to the sky. My toes, not used to being squeezed into flashy red heels, hardly even managed to rest on the brass rung and I squirmed to keep at least some blood flowing. If I ended up needing to run, finding out that my legs had fallen asleep would be a nightmare. I twirled a strand of my strawberry blonde wig, my favorite within my private investigator’s arsenal of disguises, and faked a small sip of whis...
Weekly Contest #293
Car Ride The trunk’s lid slammed, forcing me to yank my head down, and I screamed. Well, I tried to at least, but the musty gag shoved to the back of my mouth held in every bit of the sound, swirling it around into a ferocious panic as it reverberated through the bones of my head. All around me the air was nothing but black. A black so thick I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. My hands were actually taped together behind my back, stopping me from testing my theory, but I knew it to be true anyway. The black was so thick I could fee...
Weekly Contest #291
Keep Your Voice Down! Heavy footsteps cross the floor above, raining down bits of dust that sparkled in the faint light before landing all around the basement I call home. He was pacing. Pacing wasn’t a good sign. My eyes track his path, picturing the rooms as he wanders through them. I had been in them, from time to time over the years, but my memories were tarnished. Fear has a way of doing that. In the corner of the tiny window, set up high in the stone wall where it lets in a daily sliver of light from the ground level, and scraps of gr...
Weekly Contest #290
The Last Kiss The hole in the dirt, gaping at my feet, beckons. If only I could fall in. If only I didn’t have to carry on. Alone for the rest of my days. . . Our story started with a storm. A true and literal storm that danced down the busy street, chasing those foolish enough to be out of doors. I was one of those fools, I guess, thinking that if I hurried I could make it to the store and back before the storm made it to town. And, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if I had the chance. If I could somehow turn back the cl...
Weekly Contest #189
** Sensitive topic: death of a loved one ** I stand at the front of the room, my hands gently rubbing back and forth along the wooden stand in front of me. I feel the divots worn smooth from the countless hands that came before mine. I do not want to be here but I am so afraid of what comes next that part of me hopes this time never ends. I look up from my paper and try to take a breath. I can’t. The last breath simply refuses to leave my lungs and make room for the next. The moment stretches and I feel my lungs burn. My chest ache...
Weekly Contest #188
My day is going to be great. The first day of my new promotion, the one I had worked toward for six months, and I was ready to tackle it. True, the day had not started great when the alarm on my phone did not go off. I guess I left the phone on silent somehow. But that’s ok because the outfit I spent forty-five minutes picking last night still seemed like the perfect choice so I did not have to go through my whole closet again. Just like that I was back on track! I grab a granola bar and a banana to eat later, place my mobile coffee order f...
Weekly Contest #187
“Really Daddy?” Cassidy shrieked, her curly pigtails swinging wildly while she bounced in her seat. “Sure thing, Princess. Mom and I talked and we’re impressed with how well you’ve been keeping your room clean, and helping with the dishes,” Tom gave her a wink in the mirror then looked back at the road, “so we decided you are old enough, responsible enough, to have a cat of your very own!” “Yippee! I’m gonna pick a black cat and name him Midnight! No, wait, an orange one and name him Sherbert. Oh, I know, a gray one named Shadow! Wait, how...
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