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Weekly Contest #346
December 12th, 2025“Hey, it’s Chrissy. I’m off living my life, leave your message after the beep and I might get back to you later. Bye!”*BEEP* “Hey, babe, it’s me. Just letting you know that I picked up Luca from school early today. He puked on the teacher’s shoes; I’m not sure if that’s better or worse than puking on his crush’s shoes last week but I’m telling him it’s an improvement. We’ll be stopping for ice cream on the way and then we’re going straight home and getting him to bed. So if you see his light on, tell him to go to sleep and...
Weekly Contest #327
It is a most peaceful of mornings. Luxuriating as I do in my cozy bed, I stretch out to welcome the bright, sunny day. A few early rays of sunshine leak through between the curtains, warming my face as I close my eyes against the light. My stomach roars in hunger, bringing with it the usual ache and pains that launch me from my bed in search of sustenance. I call out for my servant but receive no response. Am I to be starved this wretched morning? I call out again. This time I hear a clatter coming from the kitchen. Ah good, she must already...
Weekly Contest #326
The big day has finally arrived and Jethro cannot wait. His first job all on his own. No supervisor breathing down his neck, no judgy senior colleague Hell-bent on finding something wrong with his performance, and no probation looming over him like the hangman’s noose. His fingers pull and push on his tie as he tries to decide if he wants it loose and casual or slick and proper. All the other demons wear it loose so he decides to do something different and look proper. It is his first soul reaping, after all, and he wants to look his best. H...
Weekly Contest #303
Angie tucks her feet underneath her on the couch and swishes her second glass of wine. It has been a long week and she wants nothing more than to finally have a moment of peace and relaxation.Her phone buzzes on the table. The lit up screen informs her it’s a text from Jessica.Angie’s mind drifts back to the first time she met Jessica. They lived in neighboring dorms their first year at university but didn’t actually bond until half term when they were the only ones left in the whole block of dorms. Jessica had spotted her across the yard as...
It’s my fourth funeral this week and I spend most of it wondering if anyone notices the mustard stain on my dress from the last funeral’s catering. If they do, they don’t say anything but I catch a few rogue glances from the neighboring pew.After the service, I join the queue to offer my condolences to the bereaved. I shake their hands one-by-one and say “I’m sorry for your loss”. When I glance up at their face, I focus on the bridge of their nose. If I looked into their eyes, I fear they’d hear my thoughts screaming “It’s my fault they’re d...
Weekly Contest #302
Every day was the same: wake up at 5am to be on the 5:48 bus into the city, spend 5 hours being yelled at by customers for things that weren’t her fault, eat a quick lunch, spend 5 more hours being yelled at by customers, clean the store, then get on the 6:15pm bus and stand the whole way home, eat dinner, watch some TV, and go to bed so she can do it all again the next day.In the five years Meredith had lived in the city, the routine had always been the same. The job changed every 12-18 months but the work was the same, the customers were t...
Weekly Contest #301
Jenna-Rose never stopped believing in fairytales. Her earliest memories were of watching Disney princess movies and making her Barbie dolls re-enact them. Every single one of her report cards said she “spent too much time daydreaming” but she figured why focus on math when you can imagine a knight in shining armor storming through the classroom door and whisking you away? As she grew up, she found romance novels which only made her fantasies wilder. In college, she backpacked through Europe, stopping at every castle she could find and even s...
Weekly Contest #300
“Flight LH 1523 from Frankfurt to Warsaw has been cancelled due to weather at the destination.” The announcement boomed over the intercom. “Please see our customer service agents to be rebooked.”A collective groan echoed through the boarding area, pulling Diana’s attention from the lone stamp in her passport. Chaos erupted around her as people leapt to their feet and rushed to be first in the queue, leaving Diana and strewn luggage in their wake. By the time Diana joined the queue, half the flight was ahead of her, filling the mostly empty t...
Weekly Contest #299
I had arrived. Where I was, I didn’t know but I could sense that it was where I needed to be. The aroma of pine and lemon drifting in the air told me that I hadn’t yet left my car, so I stepped out and breathed in a lungful of diesel and a mouthful of dirt, which tasted vaguely of wheat. I spit it back out.“Must be North Dakota,” I said just before the wind knocked my feet out from under me, sending me crashing onto the tarmac. Unfortunately, as it was North Dakota, I had no way of defending myself against the wind as I sought my target: Hap...
Weekly Contest #298
It’s never easy to admit that you’ve been lied to, that your life was built on faulty foundations. It’s easier to keep pretending that the ground beneath your feet is solid and keep going as you always have. Because the alternative is to unmoor yourself from the safe, if fake, world you know, and to become a raft drifting along the ocean with no compass and no company. In short, it was the scariest thing Marcus had ever done. It had taken a long time to gather the courage to leave. For most of his life, he’d done as he was told, believed wh...
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