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Weekly Contest #372
In all those wee hours of the morning when we find ourselves lying awake, is that when the Angels talk to us? Guide us, maybe even answer questions? I’m saying, sure, why not? Because one particular morning, a really big show turned up in front of me. It was the ending of my first book! You see, I had wondered for nearly thirty years how my story would end. I asked TheUniverse and ArchAngel Gabriel — she is the writer Angel, of course — so many jillions of times for help, and nothing ever happened. I finally had to learn to let go and appea...
Weekly Contest #363
These three words explain her shattered dreams. Like the storm pouring from the sky, torrential devastation grips her. Grief shackles and clutch every part of her body. Her life has been stripped away and her heart is dead. With the exception of that horrid headline, her father, Stefen assures her that the TV news stories and tabloids all over the country reported his death with great sadness as he was a popular icon: “Michael Desport, Super Star killed in an airplane accident.” The stories stated how beloved he was, that his talent as...
Weekly Contest #361
Lauren presses her fingers against her temples as she starts to come to. “Ohhh, my head…What the hell happened? Where am I? Why is it pitch black?” Fighting her foggy mind, she focuses on her surroundings and removes the gag from her mouth. “OKAY, first things first, there isn’t any noise…that’s a good sign, right?” Sluggishly whispering to herself. She waits and listens for a few more beats. “Good, no noise. I’m talking out loud…ahh, am I hurt? YES, pain is everywhere…this pounding head…damn it…and, there’s a lump.” Taking stock,...
Weekly Contest #288
“I felt it, Sur!” “Aye you did! You did! I could tell, it was the shiver of…” “The magic wind don’t you know!” Finnbar yells out to sea, finishing his sister’s description. Delighted, he feels his cheek where the slight breeze warmed and tickled it. “I love this, our Dún Aonghasa! In our own back yard, it is! I really love it so when it’s very calm like this. Because we can sit with our legs dangling and enjoy the day. Maybe even the sunset, that is when it comes. This is my most favorite time of all, Sur! Especially with you! He expresse...
Weekly Contest #287
“The rosemary represents the mystical and magical!” Red points at the delicate purple blossoms on the bushes surrounding the huge, mossy stone wall before her. It appears to go in all directions and is flanked with a variety of other bushes and colorful flowers. At the center is a fantastic, monster of a door. A round-top with intricately, carved words at the arch, proclaiming: “Faery Resort”. “Oh, I don’t know how I knew that.” She rubs her head, trying to remember. Then shakes it off due to an overwhelming fascination and steps closer to ...
Weekly Contest #282
Riveted. They continue to eye each other She begins to step down to the dock. And with her first step, she falls into his arms. “What the hell is happening to me?” She knows she is fading, into unconsciousness but her mind is actively trying to relate to all that is happening. “Who is this man and why is he so familiar? And why am I detoured from my objective? I was following BT, I need him back at any cost. Damn it, he is mine. But this…this man, he’s carrying me because I fainted? I never faint. What the hell? What is going on? Think…on th...
Weekly Contest #269
The Bracelet She enters an antique shop in the village. Lauren steps up to a glass countertop and at once is attracted to an incredible, ornate bracelet. She instinctively puts her hand to the glass and it turns into a liquid pond. She snatches her hand back in shock and is immediately overcome with lightheadedness, so much so she feels she will pass out. Lauren grasps onto the counter’s wood border to steady herself from the swaying as a sales lady moves toward her in concern. Lauren cannot talk, her throat is constricted. BT had entered...
Weekly Contest #205
“Yo Larry, what is up with you? The frustration is spewing out from you. I can almost see the steam blowing out your ears! And your face, neck, you are red as a cooked lobster, burning up.” “Oh man, don’t I know it. I just can’t believe that friends and family aren’t believing in me with this incredible company. They’re not even considering it. They blow me off immediately. They call it a pyramid scheme. Don’t they know those are illegal? Damn it anyway. “Sure, I’ve been burned before. But this is really important to me. I really believe i...
Weekly Contest #199
The Silvery Moon Double take. He doesn’t do. Never had the desire to do so. And even though he has known women, enjoyed the playing with them, there’s never been anyone that kept his interest. But this one. What is it about this one? Fascination stops him to stand against a wall, some distance away to watch her with his glass of Champagne in hand. Her laugh is an intriguing throaty amusement, which he finds he likes very much. Enchanting him further with her expressions and movements, her rings sparkle with almost an animation of joy. He s...
Weekly Contest #171
Monet’s Bridge Dawn stood there, stopped in her track, transfixed and in awe at the sight. She cried for the love and joy to actually see, live and in person that particular bridge. She stood as if stone on the walkway that was opposite of the bridge, to stare at the one constant thing that she had painted almost a hundred times. Dawn’s emotion deepened and she began to sob in the rainy mist with her huge overcoat and Bogey hat that adorned her head. She found herself in a bubble of warmth and pride as time stopped for her and her alone. ...
Weekly Contest #157
The Airport Love impassioned is a delight and wonder. That this can hold the heart and soul in its essence of not knowing, yet knowing, all there is to know. Thus, begins a story of once upon a time… She strolled through the airport, baggage in tow. Most of the seats were taken except one, it was at the end of the row of the connected seats. Making it convenient for the luggage to be next to her. Of course asking for it was a particularly nice validation of manifesting her intent. With a big sigh and smile to the person seated next to her...
Weekly Contest #152
Colors (A beginning by Dawn Locklear that finishes with an ending by Redzuan Abdul Rahim) ElizaMay exclaims while dancing, “I can see it now! Thank you!” As the first rainbow explodes onto the sky. The colors are bright and alive in the meadow of the forest where her folks had decided to camp for the night. The rainstorm comes on quick, drenching her and the rainbow of flowers that surround her. And as fast as the rain came it stopped, leaving the sky alit with arches of vibrancy. Dancing with joy and picking flowers as she romps, the lit...
Weekly Contest #151
She Rather Likes it in Hell Madison is a scared, wimpy, grown woman that lives with a beautiful, enlightened little girl in her body. Being middle-aged, Madison is damned happy to be unhappy. She rather likes it in hell because it’s easier than being happy. Complaining about everything, everyone and especially not being young anymore. Oh sure, she tried to make a good show of developing joy, actually faking it so The Little Girl could be happy. But truly, living in the chaos of complaints and processing mixed-messages is so much easier tha...
Weekly Contest #150
At One Time… “Please don’t do it. Oh Love, I SAID, DON’T DO IT.” Aurora shouts at her charge, shaking her shoulders for emphasis. “You’re going to aren’t you? Ohhh please don’t do it. You don’t have to go there. Lucy, you don’t really need to go down the path of thinking that you need to hit rock bottom. It’s really not necessary. Please choose yourself instead.” Aurora tries even though she knows better and she knows Lucy isn’t listening or feeling her anyway. Besides, it is kind of against the rules. After all, The Guardians of Source wi...
Weekly Contest #149
The Tree Lochlyn enjoys her playtime, friends and secret place. What she doesn't know is that there are games that hold mysteries and magic from here before. Her friends like it too because it is the best fort ever. Hide-n-seek is better than any other place, especially during the long days of summer. They get to play late into the evenings, even sometimes close to ten o’clock because it stays lighter longer. On this mid-summer day, Lochlyn naps under the gigantic Black Walnut tree. Because it is so big and old, some of the root system is...
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