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Weekly Contest #350
Plot 42 At sixty-two, Arthur Tarmack was retired from his career as an actuary, a job he found thrillingly predictable. He was reliable as a Swiss watch. He drank his tea at precisely lukewarm temperatures. He drove four miles under the speed limit. He had a closet full of beige cardigans. He worked in the community garden, Plot 42, at exactly the same time every day—-unless it was pouring rain. His greatest nemesis was a woman named Brenda, who flagrantly ignored Section 4, Paragraph B of the community garden rules by allowing her peppermi...
Weekly Contest #105
The accident was sure to make the news considering all of the after events. There were squealing tires and a very loud crash that made everyone jump. There were three vehicles involved and it tied up traffic on the busiest corner in town. It created a lot of chaos and people ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. The police were dispatched right away and showed up trying to untangle the mess. One of the drivers was Jane Tyne, the manager of the town’s water system. The other driver was Michelle Henderson...
Weekly Contest #104
Johnny ‘The Voice’ Best was one of the funniest guys on the planet. He had his own TV show at one time. He had his own online blog. His tours were sold out and his recordings all went triple platinum. He was extremely popular and on top of the world. He had legions of fans, but probably none more devoted than Helen Trout. She was a introvert, always shunning the limelight and happy to be lost in the background. Once, she had won a prize at some dance that a friend had dragged her to and the winner almost pass...
Matilda was always the life of the party. She would be dancing and carrying on well past midnight, still having fun with the lampshade on her head, while Joe would have gone to bed around nine, maybe nine-thirty, ten the latest. When they went to the beach, she wanted to have sand castle contests with the rest of the beach people. She chased the little kids around playing in the water with them. The woman would lead a huge chain of people dancing on the sand creating a truly amazing vision. Joe was happy to bask in the...
Weekly Contest #103
Eric Strong was incredibly nervous. He had about a mile walk before arriving at his girlfriend’s place. Tonight was the night, he was going to ask his beloved, Amanda, to marry him. But, he was getting cold feet. “I need a sign of true love and if that happens then I will ask her to marry me.” So, he walked slowly, alert, waiting for that special sign that would balance things in the favour of him popping the question. He checked the right pocket of his lucky pants and the ring was nestled in there quietly, awaiting th...
Weekly Contest #102
The new subdivisions had been assigned different individual colours. There was the blue, green, red, yellow, orange, purple, pink and violet neighbourhoods. It was a very interesting idea. They were dubbed a certain colour because they featured the many shades of that individual tint. For example, the Blue Neighbourhood boasted houses that were cyan, steel, sky, electric, teal, pigeon and azure. The streets were painted blue and all of the buildings that weren’t house dwellings were painted a blue hue. This made organ...
Weekly Contest #101
Heather Lynn Stone was a Caucasian female, as well as an albino. The white eyebrows accented the icy blue eyes and her many, various tattoos accented her beliefs. With a face full of metal piercings, there was something freaky about the teenager. Her hair, usually worn in braids, was also white. She often looked into the mirror and cried. “Why was I born such a freak?” She hailed from Compact, which had been named the most racist place on the planet and the international criticism was duly hailed on the town.&n...
Weekly Contest #100
The limos pulled up one by one stretching along 760 United Nations Plaza, in Manhattan, New York. The dignitaries, ambassadors and secretaries of every country in the world emerged from the individual vehicles. There were nods of recognition and some stern, almost dirty looks. The security was intense and every person was carefully scrutinized before they entered the building even if they were instantly recognized. This included the President of the United States. The abundance of news cameras outside made sure to captu...
Weekly Contest #99
It was extremely dark, the night was ink black and the wind sang like a chime. There were no stars or moon to shine the way. Evan walked slowly down the beach and was glad that he had been that way many times before. The logs, stumps, trees and rocks all looked familiar. He had debated about meeting this girl all day long ever since she had invited him. Earlier in the day, he was walking the beach and saw her. Her name was Tanya and she was a very attractive girl. But, she was also a very nice girl, fun...
Weekly Contest #98
Sara Windermere had never won anything in her entire life despite entering hundreds of contests and buying thousands of dollars worth of lottery tickets. She always said that only her name could be in a hat for a prize and she would still lose. She had gone out and acquired everything known to humankind to change her luck including a real four leaf clover, which she had spent hours looking for and had received a nasty sunburn. She had also purchased several rabbit’s feet, a gold-plated horseshoe hung on her wall right side up, an...
Weekly Contest #97
When she was seventeen years old, a young girl named Nancy was babysitting when three dumb asses decided it would be fun to scare her. It was dark, a storm was brewing and she was alone with the kids when three knocks on three different windows made her scream loud enough to wake the dead. She called the police and then her ever protective father. The police charged two of the boys with a list of offences; they had been in trouble with the law. But, one of them got away with it. The police officer walked around the cottage ...
It was 2:15 am, and Kamil knew that it was it for sleep. The insomnia was a debilitating disease that had no cure. He had consulted every doctor, tried every type of sleeping pill, every known remedy on the Internet and nothing had worked. The magic realm of sleep was not one that he could so easily penetrate. Back in Nepal, when the sleep was drained from his soul, the man would go out and sit in a tree. His property overlooked a huge Savannah and there were tigers roaming about, their green translucent eyes shiny in t...
The rag tag ball team stood there and looked over the fence at the broken window. It wasn’t just any old broken window it belonged to that of the old Cooper house, the most haunted place in the entire planet, probably the whole universe. Igor, the newest member of the Kemptville Mud Hens (the official/unofficial name of the team) stood at the fence with the others, but didn’t understand what was truly going on. “Why does someone not get the ball?” They all looked at him and half-laughed and half-guffawed. “Igor, this place- “Is rea...
Weekly Contest #96
Adele stood in the empty guest room and was lost in a dreamy state. The eyes were cast on a distant land; her face a content fuelled by a major event. From the entrance, her mother watched the young woman. “What are you thinking?” Adele, startled, turned around and looked at her mother a little annoyed, but with that radiant smile that could light up the largest metropolitan area. “Do you think he is going to show up?” “Well, I don’t know. Is that your biggest concern on the day of your wedding?” Adele chortled....
Weekly Contest #95
Tatiana, a pretty seventeen year old girl, stood in front of the two doors that looked exactly the same. “Oh, my God, you’ve got to be kidding me?” The thunder of the beast was right behind and coming hard and fast at her. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a terrified girl by her toe. That isn’t going to help.” The beast turned the corner of the complicated labyrinth and the seconds were ticking harder than her beating heart. “This one,” she shouted and turned the handle but it was locked. So she tried the other. “Okay,...
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