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Weekly Contest #339
A rumor spread throughout the junior high lunchroom like a snowball tumbling down a fresh white hill. Fifteen inches of snow is coming, and a snow day is likely. Sam plopped his food tray onto the round table and took a seat at his usual spot with John and Jeremy in their self-appointed chairs. “What do you guys want to do tomorrow?” John asked with a grin. Sam's eyebrow sharpened. “Do you know something we don't?" John shrugged with a smart smile and took a bite of the food of the day. “Mmmmm, I love pizza.” The two boys leaned in as J...
Weekly Contest #326
"Eheheheheheheheheheheh." fluttered out of thin strips of fabric over Charlie's lips."What the hell was that?" Jimmy spat out between his fangs."Eheheh, sorry, ” he said, squinting through three layers of wrapped cloth. I laugh when I’m nervous.""But why did it sound like that? " he said and waved his cape over his face."I don't know. Ehheheheheheehhe–Can we go?""No, my older brother told me this house hands out king-size candy bars, and I’m getting one.""But, but there's not one other kid on this street. Ehehehehehehe, I think your brother ...
Weekly Contest #231
The door of the post office swung open. “Big news!” an eager little elf yelled.Charlie, one of the most senior elves and the postmaster at the North Pole, popped his head out from the back room. “What?” he shouted back. “Santa. He's got exciting news. Come on. We are meeting at the wrapping factory for the announcement.”“Yah, yah. I think I will skip it. I have work to do,” he said as he shooed him out, “The last big announcement was dairy-free milk would now be offered in the break room. Oh, and the one before that was –”“It's mandator...
Weekly Contest #190
“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest said like he has a thousand times before. Nick peered into his lovely bride's eyes as sweat bubbled above his upper lip. He ran his hand through his jet-black hair and gave her a smile, but it looked like he was checking his teeth in the mirror for leftovers. A month ago, he called his family back home where he grew up. He hasn't seen them in over a year. “I have news,” he said. “I’m in love. We've known each other for eight months and we're getting married.” “Whhaaat” h...
Weekly Contest #186
Nothing put a bigger smile on Mr. Hubbard's face than when he drove up to his son's house and honked the horn. His five grandchildren knew the sound and would run out the door yelling “storytime.”Mr. Hubbard loved telling stories to his grandchildren. He stopped over at least once a week. It's what he lived for until he suffered a stroke. Since then, all his time and energy went into rehabbing. Over the following year, he worked hard and regained his ability to walk. He started off with little hikes around the house and then all the way to t...
Weekly Contest #185
“We found him unconscious under the storage unit door.”“Strange. Well, get what you can out of him and fill out an accident report,” the sergeant said. “I’m heading back to the station.”“Sergeant, he's claiming he was attacked.”“Attacked?” his right eyebrow raised. “All right, I guess it's a crime scene. Go ahead, tape it off.” “Sir, he's concussed and confused. He can't remember much and, um, uh—-.” “Spit it out, Officer.”“Um,” he smirked, “He said his name is Indiana.”“As in Jones?” His brow took another step up. “Yes, I thi...
Weekly Contest #184
Ding! The evaluator's doors opened. Tammy shuffled in with the rest of the nine-to-five mob. She glanced at the button panel and spun around to watch the duel doors close. The smell of the electric motor and the lubricant used to keep the steel box moving up and down reminded her of childhood. Every third Sunday of the month, she and her mom would go shopping in the big city. It was their thing. They would skip church and go on mommy-and-daughter dates.&...
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