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Weekly Contest #341
Return to Sender LETTER 1 Postemporal Services Delivery ConfirmationSender Temporal Stamp: Day 1, 14:23Origin: New York, NY | June 15, 2047Postage: 3 chronosDear Ms. Rollins,I hope this letter finds you well. I'm writing regarding a copy of my book, Traveling the Timeline, which I understand you currently have in your possession. A mutual acquaintance mentioned you'd borrowed it to help with some travel planning.I'm delighted it's proving useful!However, I find myself in the awkward position of needing it back rather urgently. I have an old ...
Weekly Contest #340
Revision Cassandra walked home from work with the kind of effortless grace she didn't know she possessed. The late afternoon sun caught the auburn highlights in her chestnut hair, and more than one passing stranger found their gaze lingering on the elegant curve of her calves beneath her pencil skirt. One man actually walked into a parking meter. She was, of course, completely oblivious to the effect she had on people. How could I miss a guy walking into a parking meter? Cassandra dismissed the thought as she climbed the stairs to her third-...
Weekly Contest #331
The package arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown butcher paper and too much tape. His mother-in-law's handwriting sprawled across the label like she'd written it in a moving car. Without much thought, David brought it in from the porch and set it on the kitchen table. It's from Mom," Karen said, already reaching for the scissors. "She told me she was sending something for Ollie's birthday." She had that softness in her voice she always got when talking about her mother, three states away and close enough to miss, far enough to rarely visit...
Weekly Contest #330
Content Warning: Domestic violence; child endangerment; threats of self-harm; mental health crises; emotional trauma and burnout; implied violence. "911, what is the location of your emergency?"Steven's fingers rested on the keyboard, ready to search for addresses and cross streets. The overhead lights were far too bright and gave everything a sick washed-out feel. There was no feeling of time cycle as the brick building hid any hint of the outside. Not that it would matter.Midnight looked much the same as five AM.Steven pulled the earpiec...
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The Retirement Plan "This one's you grandpa!" James felt the warmth bloom in his chest as his grandson held up the drawing. A lopsided house with a crooked sun. Two stick figures, one with black and white hair, holding hands. "It's you, Grandpa," Eli said, pointing to the tallest figure. "And there's me."Pride. Joy. Love. The emotions swelled together, golden and full. James' hand moved to his phone before he'd consciously decided. Muscle memory. He opened the app, logged the feelings: Pride (child-related), Joy (familial), Love (grandchild)...
Weekly Contest #328
I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING Kyle kept his phone pressed to his ear, weaving through the afternoon sidewalk traffic. Spring had finally arrived in the city. Warm sun. Cherry blossoms starting to bloom along Bridge Street. He was supposed to be in a meeting right now, but screw it. Izzy's birthday was tomorrow and he'd convinced her to ditch work as well and join him for lunch at that Italian place she'd been talking about for weeks. Two blocks ahead, he spotted her waiting at the crosswalk. Phone to her own ear, that familiar tilt to her hea...
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