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Something wasnāt right. The farmerās market buzzed around him, his arms heavy with his cloth totes filled to the brim. Thereād been a lovely selection of candles this morning. Now he waited among the sea of humanity in the square for the curly-haired vendor to wrap his fresh-cut flowers. An acoustic band played in the middle of the market, twangy notes bouncing off tents and muddled with the voices of the crowd. He reached out for his wrapped bouquet with a smile while alarm bells rang in his head. It seemed like a pleasant day- from all t...
Weekly Contest #80
āIāll see you soon, Arnie, okay?ā Arnie looked up at her, her face shadowed by the halo of the sun around her hair. She leaned forward and he felt her hair wisp over his cheeks as she kissed his forehead. He heard a series of clicks and the air flashed around them. Mom had said thereād be men with cameras. He was happy he didnāt have to look at them through her hair. Her hands came to his cheeks and he reached up with his own hand to hold hers. Arnie didnāt like it when Mom left. But this time sheād promised him itād be just a minute. A real...
Weekly Contest #65
Kay: Ayyyyyy happy Samhain witchessssss June: Happy Samhain!! Ali: yoooo lets get itttttt Kay: What time yall comin over? Kay: Ive got likeā¦ so many soul cakes in the oven right now Kay: Just waiting to be eaten Ali: omg Ali: currants or raisins Kay: Raisins Ali: yaaaassssssssssss June: I still have to cleanse my tools and finish my alter. I donāt think Iāll be too much longer! Kay: Sick! You still bringing the moon water? Kay: Also Ali, your bringing your tarot cards, right? Ali: im in the middle of the dead dinner so ill be ov...
Weekly Contest #64
A home's memory doesn't begin when the foundation is laid. It doesn't begin when the scaffolding is built, or the walls erected. The garden being grown and a lake being dug do not stir its consciousness, no matter how beautiful. No- the home's memory begins the moment someone names it āHomeā. āWelcome home, my dear.ā The Master of the House opened the door and the Mistress walked through, awe and elation etched upon her face. Her skirt swirled as she looked about her, the soft fabric whispering against the waxed floors. Her wide smile said m...
Weekly Contest #63
Autumn precipitates change. Kaylie knew that. But the amount of change thrown at her in the few days leading up to the equinox left her head spinning. The change of seasons always meant a new menu, new stock, new ads; that was enough of a hassle already, but an expected one. What she hadnāt expected was Dina walking out on her. Here she was, first day of autumn, lugging out the street signs and posting the new menus all by herself at three in the morning. Dinaās handwriting still adorned the chalkboard sign and tugged at her heart. It had b...
Weekly Contest #62
When they talk about saving the world, people generally leave out how much paperwork is involved. None of the wily YA heroines sheād read about had ever joined the rebels and then immediately signed NDAs or wrote their living will. Maybe the authors skipped that part on purpose. She smiled at the thought of the heroine having to tell her two equally handsome and equally broody love interests that she was too busy to make out and cry; she, instead, had to visit her lawyer to sign consent forms. Jane let her brain idle this way as Jonesy poin...
Weekly Contest #61
The moment her father died, a dense fog settled into the hospice room. Distantly she heard the heart monitor flatline, a high-pitched drone that made its home in the back of her head. She held his hand. It was still warm. A nurse came in, moving in exaggerated slow-motion, checking her fatherās pulse, calling a code in room 182A. Nova could barely see the other nurses or the doctor through the fog, even as they tried in vain to restart her fatherās heart. All she saw was him. Her Daddy. All she heard was the whine of the heart monitor. The ...
Weekly Contest #60
The hare stopped. It looked up from its grazing, ears tall and twitching. A soft shift in the forest floor alerted it and it turned, ready to flee, when the arrow pierced its heart. Halley emerged from the brush. She slung her bow over her shoulder and pulled out her skinning knife, placing the handle between her teeth as she crouched to remove her arrow. Still sharp. She wiped the edges against the loose part of her shirt and returned it to the quiver. She grabbed the skinning knife from between her teeth and then squinted at the rabbit. ...
Weekly Contest #57
The harvest moon hung low in the sky as the witch waited for the firstborn to arrive. Long ago, the witch found shelter in the abandoned cottage. The cottage was nestled in the forest on the tall mountain. A hunter chose the same, hiding from a fierce thunderstorm and holding a wounded arm. The witch cured the man, asking only for the buck heād bagged. The hunter gladly gave it in return for his bow arm. The hunter returned to the village in the valley below the tall mountain, bringing news of the witch, her cure, her price. Soon the witch...
Weekly Contest #56
No one was supposed to be on the roof. The time was ten-thirty-two in the evening and Raymond yawned as he headed up the roof access stairs. Heād just woken up from a well-deserved nap. The sun was long set and the stars would push themselves through the light pollution, shining their frail light through the incandescent smog. The moon waxed in the sky, still too thin to reflect much sunlight back onto the Earth. Fortunate, really. It made it easier to escape notice. He reached the door to the roof. Raymond jangled the janitorās keys in hi...
Weekly Contest #55
Ronald Hasenfratz woke up every weekday at 5:21 A.M. After three beeps of the alarm, he would hit snooze and sleep until 5:30. Then, with only one beep, he would shut the alarm off, switch the nightstand lamp on, and swing his feet over the edge of the bed. His closet consisted of ten neutral work shirts. There were also five of the same black pants, one pair of jeans for the weekends, two t-shirts for outdoors, and a sweatshirt for the winter. Laundry day was every Sunday so he never could run out. At 5:32, he would peruse the small ensemb...
Weekly Contest #54
The streetlights were little suns, rising and setting through her windshield every hundred feet or so. Esther flipped on her signal and took a right down a residential road. The phone on the dashboard blipped and blinked. With a practiced swipe of her finger, she accepted the notification and let the GPS begin to guide her. It wasnāt her normal neighborhood, but sheād been tooling around half the night with no rides. Usually the college campuses were good any night of the week; her luck must have just run dry tonight. No drunk frat boys nee...
Weekly Contest #53
Dearest Joanna, I resolved not to write to you too hastily- I would like that you are settled within the house and getting into a sort of routine first, but alas! I could not stay my pen a moment longer. It has only been five days since we parted, and I miss you all so terribly. Were it not for the shop, I would join you posthaste, but until Mr. Adams and I can get the business in a safe state of affairs, I dare not leave. Has the house been well looked-after? I hope Miss Grimes had not sat on the dusting and fussing while weāve been in th...
Weekly Contest #52
Jackie struggled against the ice underfoot, holding onto her car door as she fought to keep steady. She hadnāt bought new boots yet- theyād just finished moving to the Chicago suburb in early March and, thinking the winter season was over, hadnāt bothered to buy any since. What self-respecting place snowed the first week of April, anyway? Her feet stilled. Jackie looked down, seeing her two feet finally steady on the sheen of ice. A pent-up breath gusted out of her and she relaxed against the car door, thinking her ordeal was over. That was...
Weekly Contest #51
Youāre five. You rub your eyes and head into the lit hallway, away from the dark corners and dancing shadows on your walls. Jacob told you a scary story about ghosts right before Grandma said it was bedtime. Now your eyes are watery, the house is quiet, and youāre afraid. A shadow on the outside balcony makes you jump, eyes wide in fear. But the shadow notices you and opens the glass door and steps into the light. Itās Grandpa. Canāt sleep? You shake your head. Come here, come sit with me a while. You walk to the door and take Grandpaās hand...
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