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Weekly Contest #79
Danny and I were more than friends. We were cousins, bonded by blood. The son of my father’s brother. Being separated by only six months- him having the edge- the two of us were inseparable. From playing war in elementary school to violent video games in middle school, to smoking pot out of a water bottle as high schoolers, then getting drunk and chasing women at bars as young adults. The problem was, I had learned to calm down and know my limits- Danny never did. Sure, it was fun and games at first. Danny was better looking than I was and...
Weekly Contest #78
Sam’s eyes glued to her as if in a trance. He more or less was, if he were being honest with himself. Walking from his apartment to check the communal P. O. Box stand, he had just sighted an angel of a woman. Brown eyes so dark they were almost black behind thick-rimmed glasses and a plain white t-shirt that hugged the body flatteringly. Her flowing black hair was sloppily put up so that rivulets were picked up and flew in the wind. She wore a pair of black yoga pants. It was the hip sway that entranced him. A ballad could have been sung abo...
Weekly Contest #77
The nuclear winter had been happening for the last four years. It came right after the nuclear summer that lasted for about two years, from right after the bombs dropped until the winter came. I could feel the winds picking up as the already frigid temperature dropped. Tufts of snow were caught in a breeze to fly around for a moment before falling back amongst the other flakes. I noticed that the sky was getting darker and darker with each moment. I needed to find a shelter quickly. I stalked through the forest of dead trees, still ash black...
Weekly Contest #75
The dive bar is cold inside and smells of cheap liquor embedded into ancient floorboards and stale cigarettes of years past. The barflies all carry dour looks on their faces, dressed in cheap apparel. No one looks at me as I, a young man of twenty-three, nervously walk toward the back. They may as well be trapped in here- their own purgatory of drunken loneliness. My footsteps almost echo off the stained wood and brick walls as an old song plays hauntingly on the jukebox. “…they call the Rising Sun.” I find who I am looking for sitting at...
Weekly Contest #74
The first ten seconds of the New Year are the happiest moment for most people. The one sliver of time for the next 31535090 seconds that it takes for the earth to make a full rotation around the sun. For just that quick piece of the night, nothing else matters except for a new beginning. As soon as the time hits 0 and the ball reaches the base, the roar begins. Most will tell themselves that Christmas is the best time of the year. The songs and movies have definitely told them so, but this first ten seconds completely overrules that. The ho...
Weekly Contest #73
Oh no. I can feel it settling in. My head starts pounding as millions of negative thoughts flow through my head like trout in a river. My breathing grows increasingly harder as I try to focus on inhaling through the nose, exhaling through the mouth. My hands are shaking with the ferocity of a city-destroying earthquake. A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. I fall to my bed as my limbs take on too much weight. My bones replaced by steel bars and my muscles are just concrete poured under my skin. My hair falls into my eyes but I have no t...
Weekly Contest #72
The battle stopped for just a moment. The world stood still. It could have been half a second or a lifetime, I couldn’t tell the difference. She was beautiful. Another soldier tackles me into a ditch right as an explosion fills the air with orange light and harsh sound. Sand cakes us. He’s yelling at me about something, but I don’t hear anything more than a hum. I want to gaze at her again. Rifle held high, she shoots one of our men and makes a dive to cut the legs out from another. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why now of all places am I...
“Hey, O’Brien,” Detective Schwartzman pipes up on the ride to the murder scene, “If you could go back in time to anything, where would you go?” He paused for a moment to take a drag of his unfiltered cigarette, “When would you go? I should say.” Plainclothesman O’Brien didn’t answer his partner’s ridiculous question. Why was Schwartzman always asking ridiculous questions about time travel? The older detective kept his eyes on the road, he was attempting to focus on the murder they were about to investigate- some old crackpot scientist. The...
Weekly Contest #71
The Olde One. The wicked leader of all things dark and unholy. The Chosen One who would lead the forces of darkness and evil to bring down all goodness in the world. The ancient supreme being from another realm who- according to unholy scripture- would burn down the churches, terminate the Vatican, and abolish all the governments of the world. There was only one way to bring the Olde One out from the depths of the wretched caves he lived in. Great God in heaven- the man loved Christmas cookies. The ancient leader who embodied each of the sev...
Weekly Contest #69
“You wanted to see me, Uncle Tommy,” Peter said as he walked into the office. Don Tom Buono smiled, the kid looked just like his old man- Tom’s best friend at one point. “Pete,” the old man said, he greeted the young man with a hug accompanied by an envelope slipped into Peter’s jacket pocket. “Have a seat, young man.” The don took his chair behind the great mahogany desk stacked with papers between old photographs of friends and family. He was accompanied by his consigliere- or confidant-, Anthony Scalia and one of his captains, Peter’s ac...
Weekly Contest #68
The door was waiting for him. Already open for a quick entrance into the inconspicuous car. Tony ran as fast as he could, chucking the duffle bags full of money into the back as he more or less dove into the passenger seat. “Drive!” Tony screamed at Jackie, “Drive, goddamn it- drive!” Jackie Scaletta did not need to be told. Before Tony had even entered the vehicle, he had popped the clutch into DRIVE. Before the passenger door was even closed he tore down the road like a bat out of hell. Tires screeched like a woman getting murdered as t...
I love you,” Jenny whispered into his ear. It was not the first time Ryan had heard her say it, but the phrase still sent fireworks throughout his body. “I love you too,” he told her back as he turned his face to kiss the girl slowly. The couple had been out all night, walking the woods after a party that had taken place for the last day of school. High school seniors giving one last “hurrah” before going their separate ways to college or the workforce. Ryan and Jenny had left to watch the sunrise over the lake as the celebrations had starte...
Weekly Contest #67
”Brace for impact!” Captain Trowley shouts at the top of his lungs. The giant, grey mass emerges from the water with a vile hissssss. It looks like a cross between a snake and a dragon if either had spent the last century away from sunlight. The small wooden ship rocks as the creature opens its mouth to spew jets of water at us from the back of its throat. A few crewmates are knocked off of the deck and they don’t emerge back to the surface. “Man the cannons,” Captain Trowley growls at us. Those of us lucky enough to still be on deck after...
Weekly Contest #66
"It doesn’t count if you are already planning your defeat,” the haggard voice said from beneath the dark hood of the riding cloak. “You know you cannot win, leave while you have the chance.” Just then, a wall of fire erupted around the two figures, separating them from their respective teams. Sonny DeForza knew that there was a skirmish happening outside this wall of flames, but for now, it was just him and the Dark Lord, Gothica. The rest of the world may as well have not existed at all currently. “Here’s your last chance, Sonny,” Gothica...
Weekly Contest #65
Mary walked past the houses with carved pumpkins and fake ghosts in their yards. Past trick-or-treaters and parents telling their kids to not run too far ahead as the children grew excited with the rush of sugar and the hopes for more. The world had that amber glow of the low sun reflecting off the fiery-colored leaves in the trees and on the grounds. “Oh! I love your costume, hun,” A middle-aged suburban woman told Mary, breaking her line of thought. “You make an absolute adorable witch.” The woman smiled. She wore a fairy costume that was...
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