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Weekly Contest #255
A year to the day Steven left her, Kristen stood where he’d proposed when they were eighteen. An overgrown dell in the woods of Walnut Hill Park, just a few blocks from her apartment where she’d left her son Jake sleeping. The wisteria hung heavy as melancholic bells, marring the air with over-sweetness. She stood there, half wine-drunk and remembering, when she heard his voice: “Back again, huh?” Steven sat crouched in the hollow of a nearby tree, the same tree upon which he’d pressed her, kissing her, the night he’d slid a cheap ...
Weekly Contest #168
Dan’s an odd friend of mine. My only friend, actually. He always shows up when I need him most. Only I can never say exactly what I needed him for nor how he knew to find me. All I know is that grinning face of an old friend and his reassurance that everything will be A-OK. See, Dan takes me away and back again on his old black iron horse. And it costs me nothing. Nothing but my willingness to step up and go.I was nine years old when I first met Dan. One minute, I’d been tossing in bed, trying to sleep (something that’s never seemed to come ...
Weekly Contest #90
TW: gore It happens every twenty-five years, the Ritual of the Five Seeds. Mother Feverfew has the Five collected in the New Life Bethel. There are three Brothers, two Sisters. They sit evenly spaced along a circular bench, reverent heads bowed over plates carved from acacia wood. Steaming on each plate is a meal of roasted fiddlehead ferns, goat cheese, buttered gold potatoes. Centered between the five plates is a sizzling 20-pound carp, silvery skin blackened. “Why must we Fatten?” Mother Feverfew asks the Five. ...
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