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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...
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 th...
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...
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 rece...
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 h...
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 transferr...
Weekly Contest #109
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 hidi...
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 pos...
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Weekly Contest #16
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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 flig...
Weekly Contest #8
"Don't Order the Fish" It was the summer of 1970. They were newlyweds, Chad and Erin, a couple in love going fishing for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. As they 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, a twelve-foot metal craft awaited as thei...
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