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Weekly Contest #355
So it is, hours before dusk, hours before the most prominent battle any soldier gathered here tonight will ever see, I sit here trying to find inspirational words for what, without a doubt will be our last night alive. How does one inspire or encourage when you know it’s a march to death. The best order would be to run, retreat, get out any way you can. It would be wise for me and everyone, but wisdom and each of us is trapped inside this castle that will become our coffin. We are surrounded; there will not be a retreat. No one will survive....
Weekly Contest #348
A single heartbeat echoes in my chest, a last reminder that I’m still alive though I know it won’t be for long. With a painfilled wheeze I draw what’s likely a final breath into my crushed lungs. And though destiny has brought me here; it would seem my fate is to die here today. The colossal titan still looms over me after delivering a final blow. He stands tall, surveying the action around him, likely choosing his next victim. His massive war hammer clutched to his bare chest.The journey here appears to have been a lost cause; I was the fir...
Weekly Contest #346
A Jumper, that’s what I call myself, if there are others out there with the same affliction I’ve never met one. It’s usually brought on by intense emotional moments. So, what does that mean? Don’t get angry, don’t get sad, happy, really happy is out too, and forget about excited, that does it before—well, before you get excited.I had a moment a few minutes ago by my linear timeline, however, it took place a couple hundred years ago. I was in France at the 1889 International Exposition, or World Expo as we call it now. There was a lovely woma...
Weekly Contest #340
There are times that all I do is stand completely motionless waiting for that nitwit to write something. If you’ve never been a character in someone’s book you wouldn’t understand. And if you have, then I feel for you. Sometimes it’s incredible and the story flows out of him onto the page and his words are purposeful and almost good. Other times I move through his world one slow step at a time and often backup as fast as the backspace key can be pressed. I’ve even seen entire chapters disappear all at once, we call that a Complete Chapter Ki...
Weekly Contest #339
Each morning, I remind myself that I’m my own man; although there are many parts to who I am, they are all molded into my unique self. The hands that hold the coffee are mine; I own them, I control them, and what they do is my will. The feet that carry me through the world go where I wish them to go and travel at the speed I command. Even these eyes, I use them to look at what I wish and analyze all that surrounds me; even when closed they allow me to see my dreams. All of it is me. “Good morning my love,” Evelyn says after entering the room...
Weekly Contest #329
All day today I’ve just felt painfully off; I know it has to do with our conversation that went into the final hours of the night yesterday. Although it was more of a fight than a conversation. How can I get her to trust me again? It’s left me with a hole, a painful and deep hole, and I need to fill it. Sara and I have too much history together: a twenty-year marriage, two teenage kids, and countless years of fun. I completely screwed everything up, but I have all the desire to regain what we’ve lost. That’s going to be a tough order; we’ll ...
Weekly Contest #328
“I know you don’t think I deserve it, but please give me some of your time,” I plead to my son at his favorite local coffee shop where I ambushed him.“Time? I’m supposed to give you my time? You don’t deserve it; you left a long time ago and forfeited that right. Let’s keep it that way,” he says.He isn’t wrong, I left him and his mother when he was only fifteen. And now, here I am trying to reconnect. Time though, time for me, is precious. I only have so much to spend getting past his anger and getting reacquainted cause I’m going to need ev...
Weekly Contest #326
Softly I laugh at myself, more at my situation than anything else. I refrain from enjoying the quiet outburst for too long to avoid worsening the headaches that plague me. They come on with the simplest of things, laughing happens to be one of them. Trying to minimize them, day in and day out, has led to too many parts of me almost feeling lost, like a dream. What was funny in the first place? My pathetic situation. The area around my recliner is barely illuminated by the dim light on the table next to me. Everything beyond that hazy dark e...
Weekly Contest #310
“Oh my god! I love every word you wrote,” the young lady says from the front of the lengthy line. “Make it out to Sara.” “Absolutely. I’m so glad you enjoyed it,” I say from the other side of the table where I’ve been signing copies for two hours. The line of fans seems endless. “It was life changing for me,” she beams as I finish my signature. She isn’t the first person to say something similar. The readers have been filled with only good thoughts and praise. My years of work have paid off. This book is only the first in a series I ca...
Weekly Contest #285
Here? Where is here? Or the better question, when is here? Once again I find myself trapped in a maze of my own design. A new trap every day. Sometimes I find myself in the oddest of places. Today, I’m standing out in a road nothing around me except the tumbleweeds and cactus strewn across the sand-colored landscape that surrounds me.Ever since my first time, my only time, in that machine, I’ve found myself each day in some place I never planned to go. Place isn’t the right word; time is more correct. I’m the world’s first time traveler; as ...
Weekly Contest #239
Day in and day out my horse carries me further down this wretched road. Both take me somewhere, but I never seem to get where I wish to be. My body’s weary, tired, and worn beyond belief. The ride alone has sapped me, then add to that the weight of my armor digging into my joints with every jarring stride the horse takes. And always, upon my back, is the weight of the sword resting there, waiting there. A constant reminder of my deeds and my name. I can’t really remember the exact day I left home, if that even ever happened, it...
Weekly Contest #237
It’s not something I like to admit, but I was in a firefighter calendar. However, it’s not something I would normally do. But that was the whole idea, pull myself out of my comfort zone and drop myself in places where I wouldn’t normally go, different places where I could meet someone. I’m a fairly shy person when it comes to approaching women, this would hopefully create openings. There were firefighters that used this as a hook-up aid. Hook-ups were offered to me, but I wasn’t looking for that. There were individuals that used it for a pul...
Weekly Contest #236
Like Victor Frankenstein I am, or was, a scientist. Maybe I was more like Ahab, in constant pursuit of my White Whale. I spent years focused on the singular task of making what everyone thought to be impossible. Now, instead of continuing my work I’m a slave to my creation. Trying to get control of it before it destroys me, or worse before it changes the world into the dark place I’ve seen. The place only I know about. I first read about machines like mine in The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. He referred to his main character as Traveller, I...
Weekly Contest #235
Immortal was the word that sold me. How could it not? We all want immortality. However, today, and most days, irreversible is the word in the contract that bounces around inside my thoughts. What was I was thinking? I wasn’t. I remember the day I sat through the seminar; the seminar was run well. I wasn’t the only person out of the hundred or so people there to sign up; I would say nearly half of them did. We all had time to back out, they give you a full week to change your mind. It all had an upside, we would be able to keep in touch wit...
Weekly Contest #234
The opening lyrics from If I Could Turn Back Time, start to echo in my head the moment I’m told to make my wish. My inner musician cringes for a moment when I realize I’m quoting a Cher song. Sure, Sonny and Cher were cute back in the day, I loved that variety show they had. I just can’t help but think how their lives verged madly away from each other after they got divorced. If I could turn back time with a single wish, maybe I would reset them to their earlier days. That isn’t what I’d wish for though. Given a single wish, what would any...
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