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Weekly Contest #316
Jeanine As far as the kids were concerned, Andrew’s mobile home in rural Osceola County was a wonderland. His home backed up to the muggy, mercifully shaded swamp. His camp was connected to two roads: one that led to the main drag of the city, the other to Interstate 10. Andrew kept good relationships with his neighbors, but he stayed away from their business and they returned the favor. I accidentally raised my three children in the city. Brandy was already talking about leaving for a real metro area when she grew up. I hoped the fresh air ...
Weekly Contest #315
1. The ice cream cake was watery. The hot summer sun split the blame with my father, who insisted on crying into the Baskin Robbins dessert he mutilated with a knife and his salty tears. In a few hours we would have to at least give a statement to the media. The fact that we held off on a press conference or a press release. Now that my brother Jay officially had his 16th birthday party and blew out his candles, we could properly bury my grandfather. Poor Jay. He’s got to share his birthday with a death date. Everyone in this stupid family ...
Weekly Contest #312
By the time he started craving a cigarette between assignments, none of the curmudgeonly, veteran reporters were there to bum Chris one. They had the good sense to walk out before the bots’ output expectations were applied to humans. The walls in the warehouse style newsroom were so terse they were about to pop. Seven layoffs and seventy employees ago, The Chicago Interrupter turned into the inside of a church organ. In the morning, laughter and loud phone calls – sometimes jovial, sometimes not – made the pillars seem to hum like a plucked ...
Weekly Contest #311
Content warning: This story contains references to adult toys. Shalana didn’t think people were supposed to share their alleged crimes in jail. Color her surprised when her cellmates started swapping stories anyway in the bunks of Johnson County Jail. Most of the people in her unit were in for first-time drug offenses after being caught with quantities just above the limit. Her top bunkmate was in for public urination which was mildy troubling. When all of their eyes settled on her, she set her jaw. At least everyone else’s charges were als...
Weekly Contest #288
My suitemates get a kick out of shopping with me. Ever since that random person at the Safeway on Seventh Avenue made fun of me for asking about the best crawfish spots in Phoenix, they’ve been on my tail – no pun intended. Every time I go shopping with them, they laugh as I try and fail to find Louisiana staples. Gumbo filé? No luck. Enjoy some watery soup. After trying that one butcher in town who sells andouille and boudin, I doubt that man has ever set foot anywhere near the Bayou State. My friends’ jokes don’t let up when we go to coffe...
Weekly Contest #285
Each long summer since Cindy’s children left has been full of aspirations beyond sporadic cleaning streaks. Each long summer was the summer Cindy would start crafting, would take up a job to augment her teacher salary, would take that trip to see her daughter in New Mexico. Each long summer was ultimately full of Candy Crush, self-hatred for being on the Candy Crush leaderboard, and calls from her mother. Her mom always had a sixth sense when it came to phone calls. When she raised her three kids, her mother would wait until the exact moment...
Weekly Contest #158
The end of the world, Emilie learned, is no excuse to throw out her nine-to-five schedule. Especially not on editing day. She grumbled as she pawed at her nightstand for her glasses and instead knocked over a mess of papers littered with red scribbles. Her vision was two years beyond her lenses’ help, but they were the best she had until the world rediscovered ophthalmology. Outside, the eternal clouds hung over the bucolic Montana town that escaped most of the new-world dangers. The crunchy, moss-colored garden her bedroom window backed up...
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