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Weekly Contest #375
The woman sat sipping coffee in a Cornish cafe, as she gazed at the surging waters of the harbour, the rising sea washing away the litter left by the tourists, cleansing the scene of their filth, and lifting moored boats afloat. The fishermen and crabbers began appearing out of every pub, nook and alley, to stream towards their vessels, as if summoned by the tides to do their bidding. A gibbous moon arose as a searing red sunset burned across the sky, blazing in a vibrant halo around a lighthouse, on an island towards the horizon. The longer...
Weekly Contest #97
She awoke startled and drenched in sweat. Listening for the source of her unwanted wake up call. She leant forward to peer down on the street below through the skylight that stretched above her bed. An uncomfortable cot, slotted tightly against the wall beneath the sloping ceiling. A compact but necessary set up in her tiny but cost-effective abode. A loft room on the top floor of the building. What was once a spacious merchant’s townhouse now mercilessly divvied up, every inch rammed to the brim with tenants. There did not appear to be anyb...
Weekly Contest #91
They were at it again. The little bastards. Abusing her books. The spines folded to hell. Pages loose. Sticky, brown smears of their odious secretions on everything! She let out an exasperated sigh. And looked about disgusted at the herd of ingrates all around. Neanderthals. Grunting, scratching and drooling. Tearing at everything with their filthy paws. Look at him there licking his dirt encrusted thumb and smearing his putrescence upon every page he turns... I'm surprised they even know how to read. Oh, here comes that heinous finger li...
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