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Weekly Contest #253
You learn a thing or two being thirty feet tall. Like for one, to properly hide behind a building, it needs to be at least two stories high. A ranch won't do. A barn is a decent place to sleep as long as it has a dirt floor, but wooden floors cannot be trusted. And if you ever save a magical wood nymph, and she grants you a wish, be very clear with what you mean when you ask to be taller. I suppose that last one happened before I became thirty feet tall, but it still applies. The silly thing is, I didn't really mind being short. I ...
Weekly Contest #250
Hannah hated to admit how good she felt in the dress. The fabric, the cut, the draping, it all exuded richness. And the way people looked at her, with some mix of envy or longing. There was an allure to it.However, someone with a keen eye could see the fit was ever so slightly off. It was the littlest bit loose at the shoulder and just a tad long at the hem. A perfectly tailored couture gown, just not for her. For her roommate, Claire.The pochette was even more enviable to some. It was beaded and glistening with garish hardware meant to be r...
Weekly Contest #249
"I'm sorry. I know, I should've turned back miles ago. I just have this almost pathological compulsion to keep going forward. I simply despise having to retrace my steps. I'd rather take the long way around than go backward even a little. You remember when I forgot my bag on that work trip, and rather than drive the 20 minutes home, I opted to buy all new stuff, even a new bag?"He looked at himself briefly in the rearview mirror and nodded."Thanks for understanding, Norman! You're welcome, Norman," he nodded to himself again and smirked.It w...
Weekly Contest #195
The scent still transported him after all this time. It was so familiar and so singular. A blend of old brass, newspaper, dried ink, and pencil shavings. He'd grown to love the smell. It was one of the few constants in his previous life and this new chapter. It had been his daughter's idea to do this. Once she had stopped insisting that he move in with her, something he felt sure was done out of guilt more than anything, she had suggested he find a way to keep himself busy. He had seen an ad, the post office was looking for help, so he ...
Weekly Contest #193
You’ve got this, Felix. You’re practiced and prepared. Show them you were the right choice.“Good Evening, Everyone! We have a very, very exciting… um, hello? Hi?” The crowd, chatting excitedly amongst themselves, took no notice. He was tempted to tap on the mic as some people do, but he feared that would seem amateurish. “Excuse me? Please, everyone…if you would, uh, take your seats and…ok, uh, let’s quiet down. Shush, shush.” Felix could feel himself losing patience with the noisy group. His face was pale, angular, and freakishly ...
Weekly Contest #192
On May 14th at Valley Forge they found a finger. The severed digit was wrapped in antique, handmade Belgian lace, and closed in a Georgian rosewood sewing box. (Appraisal, $8,500 - $10,000.) The police thought it was a deeply depraved prank until June 5th at the Alamo when they found a human ear. It was sealed in a faded airmail envelope with a love note from World War I. The note read, “I miss the sound of your voice.” The envelope and ear were inside an ostrich leather, monogrammed briefcase belonging to J. Edgar Hoover. (Appraisal, $...
Shortlisted for Contest #191 ⭐️
A TRUE (GHOST) STORYby Daniel DundinIt started with a jar of eye cream. She had left the little canister on her dresser yet when she returned from work it was on the floor, broken. She had cleaned it up and worried more about the cost of replacing it than how it had plunged to its death.Two days later, it was the shower curtain. She’d found it lying in a heap, tangled around its rod, jutting from the tub. Perhaps the tension was getting old, she'd thought, the springs not holding as they should.Today it was the kitchen cabinet. The doors hun...
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