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Weekly Contest #131
Author’s Note:This is a true story. It is told as recounted to me by Mrs. Gladys White – who on this fateful night, danced unseen in the ballroom of the old Tudor Hall house depicted within. The author writes this story, solely in the pursuit of truth, and to dispel any previous inaccuracies published for the sake of selling scandalous newspapers. Anthony Ernest Pratt stood in front of the roaring fireplace, studiously peering through a glass of port held high in front of the flames. At the personal invitation of the distinguished physi...
Weekly Contest #130
There’s an old Chinese fable about a farmer who had to journey around two mountains to get his produce to market, adding many unnecessary miles to his trip. One day, he decided that it would be easier to go through the mountains instead and vowed to move the hilly giants himself. Upon hearing this, a wise man asked him how he would achieve this. He explained that he would move it one stone at a time. The wise man calculated that the length of time it would take to move the mountains, would take longer than several generations of deliver...
Weekly Contest #129
“HANS! You’re back last… again!”It was ski season in the Swiss Alps and the German party of friends from Düsseldorf had been enjoying a week of the season’s best powder, providing lots of off-piste daring jumps, virgin snow, and the highlight of the week; The Inferno, an annual downhill race, attracting over one thousand ‘Franz Klammer’ wannabes.“Last one to return buys drinks all night,” gloated Valentin Kessler, a tall, handsome young man with curly blonde hair, sprouting a bruising discolouration above his right cheek.“Not so quick, Valen...
Weekly Contest #128
"I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!"The arriving dusk of day began to hide the barren foliage of the oncoming winter. It wasn’t a particularly good example of a day. Heavy cloud cover had hidden any hope of the sun breaking through its defensive shield. The passing of each hour, thickened the ground fog, blanketing the dead garden - that once beautifully presented the epitome of springtime bloom and summer blossom - with ghostly shapes and wildly, imaginative apparitions of hidden memories wisping through its curtain.Lies were easier to voice, these...
Weekly Contest #127
"I AM NOT GOING DOWN THERE!"Lisa looked at me with an amused expression bordering on ridicule."It's an alley," she replied mockingly.Nervously, I surveilled the dimly lit, damp, brick and stone passageway. A wall on one side and a large group of old headstones on the other caused me to hesitate.“It just passes through the church grounds,” she added.Darting across the other end of the alley, I thought I spotted someone running towards the church in a red suit with horns on their head - a trailing cape fluttering in the breeze. The sound ...
Weekly Contest #126
"Danny Finn!" We stood to attention as Roll Call was initiated. Several groups of single files, sorted by chronological order. "Daniel Christopher Finn!" The booming voice echoed throughout the hall.My heart felt a little heavy.“Poor Danny,” I muttered."Citizen Daniel Christopher Finn," recited the voice causing a rush of emotion surging through me.“Stay calm. You’re going to hyperventilate. Steady your ship, man. You’ve gotten through this before.”I was lost in a flurry of nostalgic daydreams. This war had numbed my senses an...
Weekly Contest #125
"Hurry!""The gate's closing soon.""I'm going as fast as I can, my dear boy."I held my tongue. My mum is always late for everything. For as long as I can remember, she would keep people waiting until she was ready for them. Should you have the audacity to want to be somewhere early or on time, my mum would turn that into a fantasy - if she was along for the ride."I've checked your bags through.""Here's your boarding ticket.""You are a good son!"Not knowing whether that was sarcasm or sincerity, I just replied with an emotionally detached, "hu...
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