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Weekly Contest #361
Don’t Order the Fish It was the sweltering summer of 1970. We were starry-eyed newlyweds, a couple deeply in love, and we were embarking on our very first fishing expedition as Mr. and Mrs. As our car approached the waterfront at the end of a narrow, dusty, sun-baked two-track trail, a slight breeze shifted across the hood. It carried the heavy, pungent smell of decaying lake weeds and damp fungus bordering the sloped, muddy banks. Tied securely to a splintered wooden dock was a dented, twelve-foot galvanized metal craft. This would be our ...
Weekly Contest #359
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange, it was positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City, promising a five-figure advance. Her eight years of hard work were a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair, hiding her pony...
Weekly Contest #350
“Don’t Order the Fish” It was the summer of 1970. We were newlyweds, a couple in love, and going fishing for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. As we approached the waterfront at the end of a narrow, dusty two-track, a slight breeze carried the smell of lake weeds and fungus bordering the sloped banks. Tied to a wooden dock was a twelve-foot metal craft. This would be our floating carriage with a set of weathered oars that powered the boat. From the trunk of our sea green convertible, I took out two fishing poles, a tackle box, and a pair of aq...
Weekly Contest #335
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange, it was positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City, promising a five-figure advance. Her eight years of hard work were a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair, hiding her ponyt...
Weekly Contest #324
Captain Tory Waves crashed against the pale-red lighthouse, scattering brick chips around the base – a reminder of the fierce pounding of the ocean. One component unscathed continued throughout the night atop the coastal tower. Would it be the last glimmer for eight-year-old Jake? Ashley often took her little brother to see the ocean, the only thing that interested him. Although Ashley was 15 and Jake was younger, they pretended to be scavenging for lost ships. When Jake became ill with leukemia, it became difficult for him to focus on thin...
Weekly Contest #304
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it was positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City, promising a five-figure advance. Her eight years of hard work were a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair, hiding her pony...
Weekly Contest #299
“Don’t Order the Fish” It was the summer of 1970. We were newlyweds, a couple in love, and going fishing for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. As we approached the waterfront at the end of a narrow, dusty two-track, a slight breeze carried the smell of lake weeds and fungus bordering the sloped banks. Tied to a wooden dock was a twelve-foot metal craft. This would be our floating carriage with oak weathered oars that powered the boat. From the trunk of our sea green colored convertible, I took out two fishing poles, a tackle box, and a pair of...
Weekly Contest #267
An episode from my novel, "A Legend Returns" A Legend Returns / A Storm Delay Deputy Roy left the flower shop on his way to IU Medical. Seeing his sister for the first time since her shooting accident before being transferred from Sawyer Hospital, he wondered, how alert would she be. As he glanced at the yellow roses in the seat next to him, he recalled how she received a similar bouquet at her senior prom. The sad part was . . . they were delivered by taxi. Kerry cried and said, “I was stood up!” I suggested the yellow roses to her no-sho...
Weekly Contest #167
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City promising a five- figure advance. Her eight years of hard work was a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair hiding her ponytai...
Weekly Contest #140
“If Cinder Blocks Could Talk” The house at 824 Pleasant Street still stands. It was my home from 1955 to 1970. My folks cared for this two-story for another 25 years after I left for college.The memories speak of countless tales hidden within those cinder blocks stacked like legos. They were uneven showing signs of jagged cracks in the foundation from years of settling. You can’t ignore the warmth the blocks absorbed from the summer sun. It felt like a Swedish sauna. Even the winter sun added heat to the inside as the blocks transferred ...
Weekly Contest #109
Weekly Contest #32
Flight 257 1212 words It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange, it positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City promising a five-figure advance. Her eight years of hard work was a flight away from stardom. Her concern, the thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie cove...
Return to Sender Sixteen. A young man’s hormones take front and center stage. Heart pounding. I have to meet this beautiful girl. Would she notice me? What would I say? Need help. It was the summer of 1966. The Free Methodist Church on Main street had the character of a one-room schoolhouse. The pastor was young and spent much of his time working with youth groups. Many of my friends went often because he enjoyed being and working with teens. I often rode my bike to the Wednesday night youth meetings. Expecting the usual friends who came, I...
Weekly Contest #16
Weekly Contest #12
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City promising a five-figure advance. Her eight years of hard work was a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair hiding her ponytail. ...
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