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Weekly Contest #363
June 4thI woke up just before dawn to silence. The buoy had stopped ringing. It’s funny, the things you grow accustomed to. Fifty-three years in Brinehaven and I don’t suppose I'd ever truly heard that old bell until it wasn’t there. Every morning, every night, if the waves were rolling, the bell was tolling. But this morning was different. I heard no bell. And, for that matter, no waves either. I thought perhaps the storm had whisked the buoy away, or maybe it had deafened me to any sound at all. It had raged most of the night, harder than ...
Weekly Contest #362
Once the beef has browned, add 1 1/2 tbsp of flour and stir well. Judy stirred the pot with delicate care. The smell of searing beef permeated the air. Once the flour had been mixed with the oil and fat to form a roux, she moved on to the next step. Then, add 2 tbsp of tomato puree. She squeezed it, straight from the tube to the pot. Years of cooking had given her an innate ability to measure things by eye. She didn’t even need to get her cookbook out to follow the recipe, but she still did. The drops of stock that had dripped onto the pa...
Weekly Contest #361
I was nine when the first child disappeared in the summer of 1984.By the time I was twelve, seven more had followed.At the time, I hadn't thought much. Townsfolk skirted around the topic, never really believing they were gone. Somehow, the belief that they might one day just turn up never really left.Parents would pin black-and-white posters to the noticeboard outside the post office. Search parties would comb the woods and ditches for a few days. Then life would continue. The posters would fall, faded beneath the sun. The search would stop,...
Weekly Contest #360
“Please!” he shouted. “Please!”Static hissed through the speaker above him.“I can fix this,” he begged. “I just need more time. I can fix this!”A familiar voice crackled over the intercom. “You’re out of time.”Nathan rubbed at his eyes, yawning as he skimmed the clipboard: pump vibration, corrosion, humidity, another pressure warning. In other words, the exact same results he sees every morning. He knew he should care, but the monotony of endless, identical days had worn him down. Rising from the break room chair, he scrawled his signature ...
Weekly Contest #359
MOUNTAIN RESCUE SERVICEIncident Report: Missing Person SearchCase File: AT–MP–2024-107Subject: Caleb Grayson (Male, 25)Date: 14 October 2024Status: Missing [18:37:16] DISPATCH: Search and Rescue Command, stand by for a missing hiker report. [18:37:21] SAR COMMAND: Go ahead. [18:37:23] DISPATCH: Reporting party states Caleb Grayson, male, twenty-five years old, has failed to return from a scheduled day hike. Vehicle remains at the Hemlock Cross parking area. Subject is approximately five hours overdue. [18:37:35] SAR COMMAND: Last contact? [...
Weekly Contest #358
“You’re going to be late!” Bailey shouted, running down the stairs. On the side was a brown leather briefcase, which she promptly shoved into her brother's hands.“I know, I know.” Ollie took the briefcase, chugging down the last of his coffee before wiping his mouth. “How do I look?”Bailey sat on the sofa and watched as he spun around, showing off his suit, which had once belonged to their dad. The trousers were hemmed, and the sleeves were a little long. But looking at his nervous grin, she couldn't help the warm feeling that filled her.“Pe...
Weekly Contest #357
The rabbit burst from the undergrowth in a spray of snow.The fox followed.The forest raced past in flashes of grey trunks and white earth. The rabbit darted beneath fallen branches, twisting through gaps too narrow for anything larger. The fox leapt over the logs and tore through brambles, his paws drumming against the frozen ground.The rabbit’s breath came in frantic clouds. One wrong step, one move mistaken, and she would be done.The fox lowered his head and pushed harder.Hunger gnawed at him. His stomach ached, an emptiness that seemed to...
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