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Weekly Contest #93
At The President’s Soiree By Stefan Markos Roderick wriggled a bit on the clammy fake leather sofa cushions, and scanned the partygoers in the room around him. A lot of familiar faces from the department, but not what he’d call friendly faces. He wasn’t here so much because he wanted to attend, as it would have been unwise not to attend. This was New Year’s Eve at the president’s home, and everybody who was anybody on campus had been invited. Not that he really felt that he was anybody. Although he was technically faculty in an important ...
Weekly Contest #74
Roderick wriggled a bit on the clammy fake leather sofa cushions, and scanned the partygoers in the room around him. A lot of familiar faces from the department, but not what he’d call friendly faces. He wasn’t here so much because he wanted to attend, as it would have been unwise not to attend. This was New Year’s Eve at the president’s home, and everybody who was anybody on campus had been invited. Not that he really felt that he was anybody. Although he was technically faculty in an important department, he didn’t totally understand getti...
Weekly Contest #48
Hero’s Welcome by Stefan Markos Swargul belched contentedly, took another drink, then broke wind. The force of it almost seemed to raise him out of his chair. He chuckled. Something about the lower gravity of the Retreat, he supposed, seemed to intensify his pleasures as well as the gasiferous properties of his favorite wine. Or, perhaps it was simply being away from the cares of office and being surrounded by only his closest and most loyal followers during his holiday. All who were not 100 percent trustworthy had been sent packing. It oc...
Weekly Contest #11
Breach of Protocol Chris Morgan Besmelt reached the crest of the ridge, stopped, and surveyed the next valley. These Solstice hunts were always a time of reflection for him. He thought over things that his grandfather had told him, especially about the world that no longer was. What did he know about it? Well, the world had once been very different. It had been filled with marvelous things, unimaginable things. There had been many more people. The people were just people, there were no Changed Ones. Everyone was in touch with everyone else. ...
Weekly Contest #8
Chris Morgan About 2900 Words 1435 S. Braden Ave. Tulsa OK 74112 (918) 836-4169 cmljmorgan@sbcglobal.net Party of Two Stefan Markos Roderick wriggled a bit on the clammy fake leather sofa cushions, and scanned the partygoers in the room around him. A lot of familiar faces from the department, but not what he’d call friendly faces. He wasn’t here so much because he wanted to attend, as it would have been unwise not to attend. This was New Morgan/2 Year’s Eve at the president’s home, and everybody who was anybod...
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