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Weekly Contest #281
The north wind blew the snowfall into a slanted fury. It was intermittent and strong. The grand houses along Chestnut Avenue were cloaked in white, a warmth seeping from the windows adorned with fluttering candles. Amaryllis focused on the stream of Christmas lights finely hung in empty maples, burgeoning magnolias, and along the eaves of stately homes, a careful display of cheer. To be invited to the Abernathey holiday party was a rite of passage, an entry to high society, a culmination that you were received and respected. Amaryllis h...
Weekly Contest #264
Marla toyed with the doily-shaped napkin, turning it over in her slim hands while she waited for the event bartender to mix her old-fashioned. To say it was an event was an understatement. It was the wedding of the year. She laid it flat on the bar counter, running her fingers over the edges that felt like Braille. In the center of the napkin were embossed the names of the bride and groom, a perfect flow of calligraphy, a time stamp of love and largesse. The bartender, Alex, set her drink on top of the future Burns' decorative napkin, giving...
Weekly Contest #259
“Holy shit!” That’s what you say right before the big black out, not something prophetic or memorable, but a base utterance steeped in a casual strain of blasphemy. In the fleeting seconds that the words take form and flight, your brain cycles through a million images, memories plastered on a spinning reel. You brace for the impact of all the accumulated choices, stunned by the inevitability. The blur of your life becomes a recognizable whole. you shouldn’t have read that extra chapter last night of Trudy Jas' latest novel / if only you hadn...
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