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Weekly Contest #345
Making Headway The highway traffic began as a slow inconvenience and thickened into a kind of punishment. Vehicles of all shapes and sizes stretched along the sprawling asphalt, a metallic river gone solid. Engines idled. Brake lights burned red without purpose. Someone leaned on their horn as if sheer noise might shove hundreds of vehicles forward. Somewhere further than the eye could see, something had gone very wrong. David gripped the steering wheel as if he might otherwise float away. He sat next to his brooding fifteen-year-old son in ...
Weekly Contest #343
CW: Mental health, infant deathBetween Mourning and Night The card dropping through the letterbox reeks of pity. Your husband says that if you keep declining invitations, they'll eventually stop coming. Perfect, you think. “Fake it till you make it,” he'd said right after your son was born, when you’d questioned whether you’d be a good enough mom to this precious gift. It’s been over two months since the memorial service, and you haven’t once left the house. Just getting out of bed seems pointless. You are so close to giving up, wanting to b...
Weekly Contest #335
SNOW-GLOBES and MOONBOWS The day after Christmas, snow fell in the Northeast like it had a purpose. It came thick and fast, nearly erasing Bethlehem’s grimy steel mill’s lofty smokestacks, and blanketing the surrounding row houses into something gentler, quieter. Inside the Miller home, 6-year-old Noah stood on a chair staring through the ice-sequined kitchen window. Snow was stacked against doors, burying parked cars to their side-mirrors. The early morning glow of streetlamps blurred into soft, trembling halos. Noah watched his father make...
Winner of Weekly Contest #330 🏆
TAG The jungle never slept. The air buzzed, especially at night. Danny got used to distant gunfire, but in his dark bunk, the most paralyzing was the unknown. An invisible dread that wrapped around a man’s throat and whispered, Morning will never come for you. The guys only knew each other for a few months. Yet, since their tour of duty began, together they’d survived oppressive heat, monsoons and mudslides, mortar fire, and the soft murmurs of uncertain prayers and stifled sobs while hiding in foxholes. They just wanted to go home but when ...
Weekly Contest #328
A Matter of Minutes The September sunlight streaming through the window carrying the promise of a new day seemed to mock Isabel. When the plus-sign on the test-stick bloomed bright blue in less than a minute, she slumped against the cool porcelain vanity, certain her heart would box its way through her ribcage. She'd attributed her increasingly vague maladies to the same hereditary disease that robbed her of a mother when she was just three. For years, she'd been complacent about getting genetic testing, and this unknown shadow trolling her ...
Weekly Contest #317
Downloading Hemingway When someone dies, people bring things. Mostly, they bring food and alcohol, but even edibles and Xanax get passed around like breath-mints these days. Food you will never eat is on every surface above the waist. Personally, you’d prefer cash. These people who hold repast in their McMansions do so for fear of being robbed should they be away for any length of time. They hire a house-sitter for the service. They do not even submit an obituary until after the fact; just a very sentimental post on Facebook the next day, of...
Shortlisted for Contest #313 ⭐️
Muscle Memory It was the kind of quiet you only notice in high-end department stores on weekday afternoons, with its low lighting, plush carpeted floors, and overhead speakers playing a song you used to love. Most of the items were well out of Madelyn’s price range, but this was the store the engaged couple had chosen for their gift registry. The wedding invite was from an old college friend who was seven months pregnant and marrying her longtime boyfriend. Madelyn was excited for her friend but only agreed to attend if she didn’t have to b...
Shortlisted for Contest #311 ⭐️
Seven Crayons Are Enough They always arrived in the late afternoon. Slow beams of yellow light moved across the wall behind the hospital bed and highlighted the hand-drawn pictures he'd drawn on their visits. His very own art show, Mom had referred to that wall after she taped-up his third drawing for Grandma. He was so relieved when his mom immediately took his hand in hers. Grandma looked very old, and it scared him. So small and bony, her wrinkled face reminded him of the worn-out, crocheted blanket she'd made him when he was born. Under ...
Winner of Weekly Contest #260 🏆
We were death partners before we were friends. The day we met some 30 years ago, I was so pregnant with my first child, I resembled an over-stuffed sausage about to burst its casing. I’d forsaken style weeks earlier when my shoes no longer fit. I couldn’t even reach around my massive torso to shave my legs; limbs sporting enough hair to scrape clean a barbecue grill. You, on the other hand, had just wrapped-up an open-house and strode across my threshold for the first time, like a seasoned runway model. I’ll never forget your chic...
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