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Weekly Contest #357
Jane didn’t want to be around anyone else. She was quite happy to play, alone in the sand pit. She had found a great spot, behind the jungle gym, just out of sight of Miss Jenkins. Jane’s teacher was always encouraging her to play with the other children. No, it was better this way. Out of sight, out of mind, as her mother would say. Anyway, the others didn’t like playing with her. They called her names: smarty pants, egghead, know-it-all, nerd… She’d heard them all. She didn’t really mind, they were saying that she was smarter than them, an...
Weekly Contest #356
The wood was not dark, but rather, a gentle shade of orange. The sun shone through the canopy, bathing the surrounding trees in gloriously warm light. The ground was soft, remnants of the last rain, and Nora’s footprints could be seen in her wake as she ambled across the forest floor. Occasionally, she would pause and rest a hand on one of the trees, letting the sun play over her face as she traced the ridges. She would close her eyes in these moments and listen. The sounds: the birds chirping, the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, the s...
Weekly Contest #355
Heilick sat down on the lumpy armchair, breathing a sigh of relief. He had been on his feet all day, doing recon in the Beta sector. He was sure he had almost been detected a half dozen times, but luckily, he had managed to get out safely. His mission had been a necessary one. If they were going to strike the next day, they needed to be sure. Uncertainty would get them killed.No one was back yet, so he took the opportunity to take his shoes off. He never did this when the others were around because he was well aware of the stench his feet ga...
HenryThe flowers were beautiful, laid in artful arrangements on each of the small tables. The bride and groom were lucky there was no breeze, unless the flowers had been glued to the table. They surely had been, otherwise they had left a lot to chance. Henry reached over and tried to pick up the nearest flower to him. Yep, he thought, glued to the table. He didn't know what flowers they were, but he supposed they were pretty. The petals were white and yellow, with dark stripes in the middle, which for some reason reminded Henry of an old gir...
Weekly Contest #353
Mika looked up from his keyboard when he heard the tap on the window. His first insane thought was that someone was knocking, but then he came to his senses, remembering he was on the 7th floor. However, the tap had been loud and startled him. He rubbed his eyes, and stretched. He stood and walked across the small, dingy room towards the only source of light. It was a murky sort of day, with heavy clouds stretched out to the horizon. The sun had yet to show itself, and the day was almost at an end. Looking out of the window, all he could see...
Weekly Contest #352
The darkness was complete apart from the glow of the fire. Kip looked around, and could see nothing a few feet out from the flames. The darkness was like a duvet, enveloping him, warm, comfortable. He could hear the lapping of small waves against the shore of the lake. Beyond the water, on the far side of the shore, he imagined the outline of the mountains. It was still too dark to make them out, but he knew them to be there. It was too warm for snow, so he pictured rock topped hills, with a path winding through the tall mountain side trees....
Weekly Contest #322
Caution : This story involved scenes of violence and self harm. Before the Boil I love him, Betty said to herself, as she watched her husband Mark with doe-eyes as he folded the laundry. She watched as his muscles contracted under his tight shirt while he folded the pants, dresses and other items of clothing. He glanced at her, sitting on the couch, crossed legged, a magazine in her lap. He made a silly face and smiled. She laughed softly, and blew him a kiss. He caught it and planted it on his buttocks. The nerve!, she though as she laugh...
Weekly Contest #233
Doug walked into the office on the first Monday of January, feeling rough and regretting the fact that he had to be back at work so soon after New Year’s. To be truthful, he still felt the effects from the party. They hadn’t actually gone to bed until the Saturday morning, and yesterday had been spent in a drunken haze: strained sleep, feeling queasy, regretting the lunchtime tacos. Doug could still feel his stomach lurching, and every now and then, a wave of nausea overcame him. Why did he alw...
Weekly Contest #229
CHRISTMAS DAY, 1866. I woke up, my head pounding. I didn’t open my eyes, sure someone had glued them shut, it seemed like too much effort. So I lay there, listening to my heartbeat pound through my temples. Quick, irregular, sending waves of nausea through my nerves, making my stomach lurch. I took a deep breath, trying to slow the rhythm, trying to calm my churning guts. The intake of breath brought up the smell of half-digested wine, the alcohol burning my throat and nose. &...
Weekly Contest #228
THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME SWEARING. To get up, or not to get up? That is the fucking question. What’s today? Another stupid Wednesday, another boring day with the same boring people. I glanced over at my buzzing phone. I couldn’t even be arsed to reach over and turn it off. The effing thing was useless anyway. I had been up since 5, staring at the cracks in my ceiling. Specks of paints probably fell on me as I struggled to sleep. I was always finding that shit all over my bed. Finally, wit...
Weekly Contest #227
Winter was here. The first snow of the season was accompanied by a horrible storm. It had been a miserable day, with fierce winds slamming against the shutters like the beating rhythm of an out of synch drum. The thin window panes whistled in the small gaps around every opening in the old house with an irritating sound. A fire was burning in the hearth, but blowing strongly as the air came rolling down the chimney. Heavy snow fell from the sky, already covering the ground in a thick white blanket, several feet deep. Although it was only five...
Weekly Contest #225
Tim Badson walked through the park on a nice Sunday evening. He was whistling to himself. It had been a good day. He remembered fondly the time he had spent with Lucy by the lake. They had talked and laughed for hours. He’d even fed the ducks that had been circling around them, looking for scraps of unfinished bread. It had been an idyllic setting. He hadn’t wanted to leave, but he still had his English paper to write. Why was he even studying English? Stupid subject, he muttered under his brea...
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