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Weekly Contest #362
The kettle was already beginning its familiar whisper before Courtney opened her eyes. She smiled without looking, knowing exactly what it meant. Sam was making her tea.Every morning had its own rhythm, but rainy mornings belonged to this ritual. The soft creak of the old hardwood floors announced his footsteps as he crossed the kitchen in bare feet. He reached into the cabinet without thinking, wrapping his fingers around the pale green tin that had become as much a part of their mornings as the sunrise itself. Green tea with honey. Her fav...
Weekly Contest #324
The terrace of Palazzo Avino glowed in the late-afternoon sun, the pink façade reflecting across the silverware and glass like rose-tinted fire. Below, the Tyrrhenian Sea stretched endlessly, the color of old sapphire, fractured by sunlight and the far-off hum of boats carving through it.Courtney rested her arms on the white-stone balustrade where she and her husband had once lingered over seafood risotto and lemon cake years ago. The same table was still there — linen crisp, flowers freshly clipped, the scent of sea salt mingling with citru...
Weekly Contest #320
The path narrowed until it disappeared.Ella hadn’t meant to wander so far, but the forest had a way of pulling her deeper with its moss-covered stones and whispering leaves. She turned to retrace her steps, only to realize the trail behind her had vanished, swallowed by brambles and shadows.Panic pressed at her chest, but then she noticed it—an oak tree wider than a cottage, its roots curling like the arms of an old guardian. In its trunk, hidden beneath a curtain of ivy, was a door no taller than her shoulders. Its wood was dark, veined wit...
Weekly Contest #239
In the heart of Florence, Italy, nestled among the ancient cobblestone streets and the Renaissance architecture, stood a centuries-old building exuding charm and history. Courtney and her family stumble upon a small, quaint cafe that seems straight out of a storybook. Its facade, adorned with creeping vines and colorful flower boxes overflowing with blossoms, exudes an irresistible charm that beckons them inside. As they push open the heavy wooden door, a tinkling bell announces their arrival, filling the cozy interior with a melody of war...
Weekly Contest #238
Courtney had always been surrounded by noise. As a barber, her days were filled with the constant buzz of clippers, the chatter of clients, the honking of cars outside, and the blaring of radios. She loved her job, but the harshness of sound followed her home, where her husband Sam and their rambunctious kids created their own symphony of chaos. Every evening was a whirlwind of activity. Dinner had to be cooked, spills had to be cleaned, and somehow amidst the chaos, they tried to carve out moments of family time. But even in the quietest mo...
Weekly Contest #235
Monica and Courtney, cousins bound by blood and friendship, embarked on their morning run through the quaint streets of Amaseno, a picturesque Italian village nestled amidst Monti Lepini and olive trees. The cobblestone paths echoed beneath their synchronized strides as they breathed in the crisp morning air, their laughter harmonizing with the chirping of birds. Monica, with her olive skin and espresso-colored eyes, radiated the warmth of her Italian heritage. Born and raised in Amaseno, she knew every corner of the village like the lines...
In the small town of Perkasie, there lived a little girl named Courtney whose life was pretty ordinary. She was very creative and loved to draw, color, and play with her Barbies. Courtney lived with her mom, and she had many friends that she played with in the neighborhood. They were always putting on dramatic plays, singing to movie soundtracks like ‘Annie’ or swimming in her pool in the backyard. One time, there was a cat that snuck into their backyard. Of course, Courtney saw an adora...
Weekly Contest #221
In a quaint little town outside of Philadelphia, there lived a talented barber named Samuel Caruso and his loving wife, Courtney. They were inseparable, sharing not only a deep love for each other but also a passion for the art of cutting hair. Their humble barber shop was the heart of the community. Every year just as spring was ending and schools were letting out, Courtney, Samuel’s wife, would have an ice cream social for the children outside of the barbershop. At Halloween, the two would dress up and hand out candy for all the childr...
Weekly Contest #211
In a land where magic and wonder intertwined, there lived a little boy named Remy. Remy was known throughout the village for his insatiable curiosity and boundless imagination. He had a heart that beat with the rhythm of adventure, and his eyes sparkled with the promise of discovery. One day, as Remy wandered through the dense and mystical Enchanted Forest, he stumbled upon a whispering willow tree. This tree, unlike any other, had leaves that shimmered like silver and branches that seemed to sway in time with a secret melody. But the most...
Weekly Contest #209
The airport must have been designed by Versace. Rome’s airport is bellissima. I’ve been studying Italian since my sweet baby graduated high school. All he ever talked about was cooking and many nights cooked for his father and I and his little brother. The day he left broke my heart. Our plan was to surprise him with plane tickets for Rome but for the following year. He took it upon himself to enroll for that year, and we just couldn’t afford such an immediate depar...
Weekly Contest #208
Once upon a time, in a cozy little house filled with love and laughter, there lived a sweet little girl named Courtney. Courtney's mother and father, Mr., and Mrs. Brennan, were kind and loving parents who always smiled and often joined in our games, pretending to be a part of our little circus party. I was usually a stand in on family game night when Courtney’s silly big sister was too cool to play Scattergories with us and would go over one of her girlfriend’s houses for a sleepover. Either that, or her sister thought I’...
Weekly Contest #206
In the treacherous landscape of the Wild West, there was a man known as The Snake, a gangster whose wickedness spread fear through the hearts of those who crossed his path. Born with a name long forgotten, he earned his infamous moniker through his cunning and venomous nature. With an eye patch covering his left eye, a constant reminder of a past shrouded in darkness, The Snake struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened outlaws. The Snake's journey into a life of crime began as a young boy, growing up in a destitute mining to...
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