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CW: Some swearing.Author's note: Wrote this as a companion piece to a previous prompt submission, but this is intended to be read as its own standalone story."You always think you know what's best, don't you? Fine by me, I don't care, just don't drag Chester into it. Just cause you're dooming yourself doesn't mean he has to suffer the same fate. I guess we're all doomed though, so maybe it doesn't matter. Actually, do what you want, I don't care."Those words had been haunting Chester's sleep for the last several days, prying into his dreams ...
Weekly Contest #244
CW: Language and some sexualityThe Seattle rain and ashen clouds that had accosted the rainy city denizens the past three days had finally let up, like the story of Noah a dove landing on Dan Porter's penthouse window ledge as if beckoning that the storm was over. Sunlight streamed in like flood water, and there was no need to turn on light as the bedroom was fully illuminated.It was a Monday, which Dan much like everybody else despised, but he would be remiss to not admit the improved weather hoisted his usual dower mood a bit. He looked ov...
Weekly Contest #240
CW: Language and drinking throughoutThe breeze had picked up just moments ago, brushing Rachel's face and tickling her nose with the smell of water, the aroma intertwined like lovers with the rock and dirt of the Fort Collins Mountains. Even though cars passed by like city people, to and fro down the winding mountain road, the air had a certain calm to it. Reassuring, and warm."It's nice", Dan said, his window rolled down fully and the wind blowing his dusky hair back. "The weather, I mean."Rachel rolled her head from the window to Dan, a sm...
Weekly Contest #238
Leonard stared at his chipped and faded CU Denver coffee mug, the vortex of Columbian ground beans almost a black hole of doom that threatened to pull him in. Though he didn't consider himself old (only recently turning thirty), he noticed that time moved faster the farther he progressed in age. This last week, however, seemed to crawl at the pace of a snail in a race determined to lose. To be fair, Leonard usually felt this way. Since back when he was a boy even. A creeping expectation of nebulous dread. That at any time, for any reason, so...
CW: Strong violence and gore, as well as some sexual themesThe rain had lessened somewhat, the heavy battering akin to the beating of war drums now but a gentle chatter. This was a blessing for First lieutenant Wright, not because his clothes would not get further soaked, his unform already drenched as if recently baptized, but because his line of vision was now clearer, and the less muddy the already dewy ground became, the better for travel. He looked up at the full moon, the light peeking through the thick canopy through whatever cracks a...
CW: Some violenceGilbert had, just very recently in fact, stumbled across something. Something he shouldn’t have. Something big, and massive. Something so Herculean, the scope of it was perhaps immeasurable. And he believed that his life was now in great peril.Though, he couldn’t prove this. Actually, his life seemed to be going pretty good at the moment. It was March, nineteen-thirty-five, and along with fresh snowfall that had just begun last week and hadn't let up, he and his wife of fifteen year, Leah, had just welcomed their second chil...
Weekly Contest #234
The seasons had started to change a few weeks ago, slowly at first. Leaves shifting from green to orange, red and yellow, the gentle autumn breeze making for a prismatic snowfall as they fell from now naked trees to the Tacoma streets below. An oddly pleasing crunch accompanied the last of the moving trucks which pulled up in front of Susan's house, large men in boots and winter caps coming out. Harold, Susan's father, had been barred by Susan's mother, Rachel, from moving any more furniture out by himself, a few days ago tearing a ligament ...
Weekly Contest #232
CW: Brief descriptions of violenceThe harsh winter wind had deepened in severity, the gushes feeling colder, and gaining force, each blow by feeling like a scorned slap against the boys now ruddy cheeks. He sniffed, pulling the snot back into his nose before it became icicles. He couldn't see ahead of him, or behind him, a raging tempest of white encompassing him. A faint orange glow emerged out of the white behind him, with it talk that was muffled by the wind. The boy knew he had to go faster. The boy looked at his father, who laid on the ...
Weekly Contest #230
CW: Violence and brief swearing March fourth, 2024 - Things to accomplish, and various thoughts - Art's Jewelry Shop on the corner of thirteenth Avenue and Bram Street - Survey surrounding area. This includes: - Nearby and adjacent shops, stores, offices and restaurants - Go by Larry's for vehicle, as well as a few more details about the job. He has been quite sparse. For vehicle, preferably something with tread for the harsh Colorado winter, but also with speed in the event it is required - Find spare Uber or Lyft sticker. If I ...
Weekly Contest #227
CW: Some strong violence and languageThe buildings history was quite young, owing its pregnancy to nineteen-twelve , when after the Second World War had ended, and the Axis powers claimed their victory, Polish-Jewish navy man, Daniel Nowak, fresh from the haze of war and sting of defeat, now found himself alone in Europe and bereft of most of his familial connections, came by ship to New York. He worked as a simple shipwright, they say. Toiling away on the boat, tucked away and hidden in his quiet. When they arrived at the dock of a Manhatta...
Weekly Contest #226
Frankincense. Myrrh. Lavender. Only but a minuscule number of the flowers, plants, herbs and resins the ancients would burn in far bygone days. When conviction in the ethereal wasn't a belief strongly held, but an inherent knowing. When man still feared the passing shadow, and gazed at the firmament with awe and terror at the raging tempest. Though it spanned many cultures and tribes, in a Jungian sense, this practice usually shared the same twofold purpose. On one hand, a sort of metaphorical cleansing of the person and or structure, c...
Weekly Contest #224
CW: Very brief swearing.The sun hadn't even risen when Richard awoke Jean, the raging star still hidden beyond the firmament under the black of the void."Up up, kiddo", Richard said, his midwestern accent visible through the monotone gruff. "Emma apparently saw a sighting or something a few clicks north of here, but she's not sure. I doubt it's anything, but we're heading out that direction either way, so we might as well check it out.”Jean tried to mask her excitement as she tripped over herself getting dressed, assaulting Richard with a sl...
Weekly Contest #223
CW: Some drug related humor, sprinkled swearing and brief disturbing imagery. Between an old, tattered hardcover of Dostoevsky‘s Crime and Punishment, and a paperback of Captain Underpants. That's where Steven said he had stashed the shroom chocolate bar. When Jeremiah had asked Steven earlier that day why he hid it in the university library of all possible places, he responded that it just made sense at the time. Jeremiah was forced to go retrieve the goods himself, Steven currently under house arrest after he came home a few...
Weekly Contest #222
CW: Sparse, brief language.The building itself was old, owing its origin to the mid eighteenth century. Though it had been bought, owned and sold for well over a century by various buyers, its Victorian architecture was present, always hidden underneath. A constant presence. As one stood on the main floor, gazing up at the mural covered celling of bygone religious convictions, and was in particularly low spirits, or themselves lonesome, you could almost imagine yourself as some archaic lord or vampire. Which is how Leonard felt at the moment...
Weekly Contest #220
The storm was fierce, rainfall battering down against the concrete like war drums, wind howling through the night air as if being ridden by unseen wraiths. Of course this was Seattle. Emily had, by her count, been taking refuge under the bridge for well over an hour, the dank concrete den proving to be a spot of good reprieve from the raging tempest outside. It was Friday night, which meant movie night at the Creek Mall, followed of course by a healthy helping of pizza afterwards at the food court. She had met Lucas and Chester earlier...
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