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Weekly Contest #253
TRIUMPH Silence. A blanket that admitted no sound. Cold. Dark. Thick, black darkness. He opened his eyes, then closed them, but nothing. His mind was as blank as the blanket of darkness he felt was surrounding him. Despite the cold, he felt peaceful. Relaxed. He thought he was tired. He sensed that he was laying on his back. After a few moments an instinctive reaction came to him. He raised his head, perhaps to discover something of his situation in this cold, dark environment. Immediately, after only a few slow inches, his forehead struck...
Weekly Contest #216
THE COACH IN THE MIST The crew was exhausted. It had been a long hard, 5-day slog to get what they wanted. And they were ready for landing at their home and home comforts; looking forward to wives, girlfriends and long cool drinks; not caring by this time about the quality or integrity of their individual and combined efforts. Those had long been discussed and conjectured about hours earlier during their buffeting and uncomfortable journey back. Suddenly, dragging each one of them out of intermittent bouts of sleep, there was an electronic...
A TRIUMPH Silence. A blanket that smothered any chance of sound. Cold. Dark. Thick, black darkness. He opened his eyes, then closed them, but nothing. His mind was as blank as the blanket of darkness he felt was surrounding him. Despite the cold, he felt peaceful. Relaxed. He thought he was tired. He sensed that he was laying on his back. After a few moments an instinctive reaction came to him. He raised his head, perhaps to discover something of his situation in this cold, dark environment. Immediately, after only a few slow inches, his f...
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