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Weekly Contest #223
She was running late as she entered the lecture hall, her bright blue eyes scanned the room for an open seat as the lecturer briefly paused mid-sentence, relief washed over her as she spotted an open seat in the front of the room. She prayed quietly that the professor wouldn’t embarrass her and kick her out for being tardy. Honestly, she was surprised the lecture hall door was unlocked, as Dr. Glick was known for locking the door, so any late students were refused entry. She headed down the stairs toward the seat. She sat down...
Weekly Contest #171
Content Caution: Trigger topic #171 The familiar ringtone sounded, and Clair glanced at her cellphone to see Ally’s name and picture smiling at her. She swiped right to answer the call. “What’s happening, Chica?!” Ally’s tone matched Clair’s as she responded “Hey, hot Mama! All kinds of things are happening, that’s why I’m calling!” “Spill. I’m listening,” Clair laughed into the phone. “So do you know Dr. Brown?” “No, why?” “He’s the cardiologist downtown, I thought mayb...
“Don’t you remember?” he questioned. She searched her mind, but it was coming up blank. Should I remember? she thought. Why was her mind failing her? “We were pulled over on the side of the road on that beautiful breezy day…” he continued. Why would we have been there in that town? she was distracted by her own thoughts, as he talked on. “It was the best sex ever,” he said, and she snapped back to the conversation. “Wait what did you say?” she asked trying not to make it obvious that she had not been lis...
Weekly Contest #156
Liar“This is my pencil,” he said defiantly to his mom. “That’s your pencil?” she repeated slowly hoping he would correct his lie into a truthful statement. “Yes!” he doubled down. She walked out of kitchen and quickened her steps around the corner. She was in a run when she hit the stairs up to her son’s bedroom. She flung open the door to see her bundle of work pencils and a few other items from her desk on top of his dresser. Why lie about a pencil? The thought kept turning over in her mind. This small ac...
Chapter 3 A New Day in an Old Life The following day Lara was feeling more confident with the idea of exploring their old new world. Last night when they were lying in bed, trying to avoid that poky spring in their mattress, Lara had brought up a story that happened after their divorce in 2017. She shared with Daryl that she had been so heartbroken that she went to a fortune teller’s pa...
Weekly Contest #152
Chapter 2 The Week BeforeDaryl had awoken by himself in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar house, in an unfamiliar town, where people seemed to know him. He thought perhaps he had lost his mind. That divorce really did me in, he told himself as he tried to reason this bizarre almost out-of-body experience. He could see he had somehow traveled to another century, unless he had a complete mental break, which was what he was leaning towards. He waved when neighbor’s waved, smiled whe...
Chapter 1 Second Chances First The hard mattress spring poked her back as she slowly woke from her deep sleep. Why is a spring poking me? The question rolled around in her mind and repeated until she turned onto her side and opened her eyes. She stared at the brick wall, with a furrowed brow. Where am I? She thought as she rolled back over onto that uncomfortable spring. She heard a familiar man’s voice yelling, “good morning beautiful!” She heard his thudding footsteps racing toward the bedroom. She saw his...
CW: Language and sarcasm//Susan said, “know you PURPOSE in life! Be able to explain it to anyone who asks!" Her words increasing in decibel. Jen looked over at the woman sitting next to her and whispered, “what is the purpose of this mandatory meeting? My Spidey senses tell me we are entering a shit-show of meaningless team building." The large happy woman next to her said, “this is my third team building class. They are so helpful.” “Oh crap,” Jen rolled her eyes to herself. “I’m sitting next to ...
Weekly Contest #144
“Everyone in!” Darcy yelled to her family. They all lined up like little soldiers, with smiles on their faces. They knew the routine. It was Christmas and their ten-foot Christmas tree was proudly standing on a square table covered in a plaid holiday tree skirt. Darcy had set up her tripod and the countdown had already begun. Success! This was a well-rehearsed action the kids could perform without much thought. Darcy was a fan of capturing the family moments on film, along with the staged group pictur...
Weekly Contest #143
A house plant indeed. Christina wandered the aisles of Nordstrom’s Department Store. It was cold outside, and the warmth of the store felt good. Everything she needed was in the store. She began in the linen section. She ran her hands over the highest thread count sheets. She closed her eyes into old memories of her favorite gold-colored sheets. Her mind filled with loving embraces, lazy weekends spent in bed, long conversations as her head rested on her expensive favorite pillow. These new sh...
Fort Plain, New York. Square brick buildings randomly sitting alone in fields of overgrowth. Tractor wheels and carts with trees growing out of what used to be the center of farm equipment. Abandon lives frozen in time and taken over by brush and trees. The random building told a story of a different time long forgotten. Highways built that took people far away from the past. Make-shift homes that clung on to staying. What did this place used to be? We speed through on the I90. No one else taking...
Weekly Contest #142
“What an imposing huge brick building,” she thought as she climbed the cement stairs. She was thankful she had a library in her city, not to mention so close to home. Linda the librarian was standing behind the massive front desk as she approached. Linda Lovely had given her enjoyable book recommendations in the past, but today Jessica felt lost and lackluster. She could not put her finger on how she was feeling. Thoughts filled her mind as Linda made eye contact with her. Jessica smiled and greeted her “good morning.” Li...
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