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Weekly Contest #349
When Anya woke, she thought it was only dryness. That much made sense. The weather had been erratic all week; gusting wind, then a sudden heat, then nothing. Not even a breeze. The air outside had turned static, sunlit and perfectly still, as though the world had forgotten how to exhale. Even the curtains hung limp against the open window, undisturbed. Her throat was raw, but not painful. It was more the absence of something familiar; a sensation she should have had, an ordinary animal comfort that had quietly withdrawn. She swallowed and fe...
Weekly Contest #298
At the edge of the woods, in the little village, near the little town, in this world that seemed to be too small at times, lived Eleanor—who had outlived three husbands and eight cats, sang songs that no one remembered anymore, and had forgotten what it felt like to care much about anything. Her cottage had the shabbiness and cleanliness of what all the modern house and garden magazines were trying to recreate, but hers was original, thus, unique. The exposed beams, the lopsidedness, the constant smell of peppermint tea and boiled cabbage, ...
Weekly Contest #266
I swore I would never be like my family. Growing up, my parents were a constant source of embarrassment and the cause of my bullying at school. The only thing they said to me when I came back crying was: “They don’t understand. Forgive them.”It’s funny how the words of Jesus were used to cover up their unholy acts which led to my crappy childhood. It’s also funny how the kids who were making fun of me somehow had the stupidest accidents after a while. By the time I was in the last class, there were too many accidents to ignore, and no one wa...
Weekly Contest #34
Liz Malory lizmalory89@yahoo.com Thu, 31 October at 12:35 a.m.To:john_c_malory@yahoo.comDear John,This is not a Dear John letter. In fact, it’s not a letter, it’s an email. I find it difficult to write with pen and paper nowadays. I also don’t live in the 16th century, so there’s that as well.Forgive me. I ...
Weekly Contest #33
FridayAlexander doesn’t fall in love, alright? Just so you know.Apart from not falling in love, today he is flying to Rome to a rhinoplasty convention. Yes, he is a plastic surgeon. He redresses human ugliness, literally.Also, he’s not the least bit scared of airplanes, so we’ll skip the part of boarding and getting off one.Just a sec, we might pause briefly at the getting off part.A blonde passed by as he was alighted at the Eternal City. He stared at her and when she noticed, he shifted his gaze to the ground. We can now move on.The c...
Weekly Contest #32
THE DISAPPEARANCE OF ERIN HALLChapter 1‘Keep a distance, you idle dog’, she said steadily and with a voice that seemed to belong to someone else. He held his hand in front of his chest, burning from the sudden strike it had just received. ‘I have kept my silence and good humour while we were in the company of our respectable friends, but that does not mean that I have forgiven you in any sort of way’. He tried a shocked face that looked more like a mask than an expression. ‘And,’ she continued, ‘I don’t believe that you think me stupid enoug...
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