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Weekly Contest #306
A MEAL FOR PRINCE CHARMING “ ! HEAR YE! WHO IS THE CLEVEREST KITCHEN MAIDEN IN THE LAND?EACH DAY FOR THE NEXT HALF FORTNIGHT, THE KING’S MEN WILL LEAVE A DIFFERENT INGREDIENT AT THE DOOR OF EACH UNMARRIED MAIDEN, AN INGREDIENT FOR THE PLATTER, THE KETTLE, THE FRYPAN. PRINCE MERVYN HIMSELF WILL BE BY TO SUP ON THE MEAL CREATED BY EACH MAID AT THE END OF THE 5 DAYS! ONE DISH PER MAIDEN. YOU MAY ONLY ADD SALT AND BUTTER FROM YOUR OWN PANTRY TO YOUR CRFEATION. THE WINNING DISH WILL WIN THE PRINCE’S PROPOSAL IN MARRIAGE.’“Since you can’t re...
Weekly Contest #305
I, PETER FORSYTH? I stared at the crowd and told the biggest lie of my life. I am not who you think I am. In fact I do not know who I am. This is all a mistake. Or was it a lie? Who was I? And who were they? I was still Peter Forsyth wasn’t I? If that was true, what was I, Peter Forsyth, of Erie, PA, doing here in this arena, on this stage, in front of all these strangers? It didn’t feel like I was in Erie, anymore. I didn’t see a single person in front of me who looked familiar or who looked like he or she recognized me. Had I been on ...
Weekly Contest #304
DEADLINE FOR A RAGDOLL Once upon a time…and a place (They go together after all) when the world was truly alive, truly, all in color all talking alive. When you could tell your troubles to your geraniums, play go fishwith your parakeet or, share secrets with your favorite teddy bear, there lived a spunky no-nonsense lap- sized doll named McGee (she had taken her name from a box of crackers since no one—not even her ragdoll momma-- had ever given her a proper name). But McGee lived in a country that sadly wasn’t all in color. A place (aptly...
Weekly Contest #302
AUNT EUNICE AND THE ENVELOPE “I don’t understand.” Kevin stared apprehensively at the man before him, a burly middle-aged man with pink bonbonnière in his lapel and a smoldering cigar hanging out of his mouth who had just stepped out of a pristine powder blue Cadillac. It just didn’t make any sense, what this man, who up until a few minutes ago had been a complete stranger, was saying to him! Everything seemed upside down and backwards now. He closed his eyes and, like rerunning a movie tried to remember the last 10 minutes. Starting when h...
Weekly Contest #300
BLIND WOMAN’S BLUFF Shh… this is a dangerous environment I am in, and I am not alone here. I didn’t really start here. I am talking into my mini recorder. My personal audio journal. Softly and quietly. I, Louise Ellison, I am not sighted ( I refuse to use the” B” word, but feel free, you sighted folks, to label me however you like, but don’t be insulting or pandering. We get enough of that elsewhere). Anyway, as I said, I didn’t start here. I started in my very own quiet, safe living room. Of course, any environment can be a dangerous...
Weekly Contest #298
ARIS RISING “Hello, miss, could you help me, please? I’m on the invitation list. My name is…““Speak up, miss. Have you noticed what a zoo it is in here? This premiere is by invitation only, so it you don’t have…” “Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry. I’ll try to speak up. And I do have an invitation. See! That’s my name, Aris. There on the invitation.”“Well, Erin, it looks like you are alone. Well, nevertheless. It looks like you’ll have to entertain yourself while you wait…just like everyone else.”No, it’s not Erin, its Aris, and Wait? It...
Weekly Contest #297
.. IT ISN’T EASY BEING A TRANSHUMAN 3.0 …Not when 34.2% of my friends are already up to TH 3.5 or even a few at 4! Not that I am jealous. No, no. I had that programed out of me long ago, along with greed, lust and a few other useless old-fashioned human traits. Weird, the stuff those pre-transhumans had to deal with! I am just talking to myself again or maybe to an imaginary someone from another time, even though self-talk, unlicensed imagining and daydreaming are not strictly allowed anymore, according to Code X37. Still, I like to talk...
Weekly Contest #295
ATHENA’S DINNER PLATE “Athena, don’t stack your doll dishes that way. You could break one! Especially that big one with the nice pattern. That was a gift from Grandmother Foster. I don’t understand why a young girl would want a Greek platter, but she must have had her reasons. She said something about Aunt Elsie that eluded me.”“This one is my favorite. This big one. Aunt Elsie is not my favorite.”“Athena, that’s a terrible thing to say. Aunt Elsie is very generous. “Remember, she gave you that beautiful doll with the Hawaiian grass ski...
Weekly Contest #293
LEFT BEHIND “Stop! Stop! We’ve got to go back.”“Go back? For what? Last night, you told me you were itching to get out of Phoenix. Evan, that’s your name, right? Well, you and me, we’re almost 100 miles out of Phoenix. You got your wish. “ “But you don’t understand……” “What I understand is that I usually don’t take on strangers on my drives, Evan. You just lucked out. You caught Grace in a good mood. You must have had some persuasive swagger last night.” “Evan, yes, the name’s Evan. Evan Weiner. Swagger...
Weekly Contest #289
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN AN UNFAMILIAR ROOM “Hello? Where am I? This room is so strange. This can’t be a hotel room. This broken-down chair and me are the only things here! How did I get here and where is here ANYWAY? This can’t be a dream. . Should I pinch myself? Does that work? Probably not and anyway, I felt that pinch. It feels like I’m pretty high up. I hate heights. My God, it’s only 8 am. Why am I not sitting at the breakfast table? Why are the windows all taped up? Has someone moved ...
Weekly Contest #288
RAIN RAIN GO AWAY… Once upon a time, so many years ago you couldn’t count them, in a nondescript land so far away from you (or anyone you know) that you couldn’t begin to count the miles, in a country that wasn’t enough of a country to deserve a name on a map, there lived a small nondescript child whose name was Eon. Eon was no taller than a small bookshelf. He was pale with shoe button eyes, a nose, hands and feet that were, well, small. When he stood in the shadows, Eon seemed invisible. Eon was not...
Weekly Contest #287
TEA AND NO SYMPATHY “Jeremy, I know you are surprised that I invited you here. After all that’s happened between us. But sometimes we have to put the past aside, right? And it occurred to me that since you have been everywhere, unlike me, and you’ve eaten and probably poured yourself everything worth pouring –especially tea--in parts of the world that someone like me could only dream about visiting, you would be more than a little interested to try a new tea –a tea that you have never encountered before! That’s why I invited you ...
Weekly Contest #285
THE GIFT Hello, Doctor Solomon? Your secretary said you would be okay talking with me on the phone today because you had time between seeing patients. I know it’s kind of weird to do therapy on the phone but I needed to talk to someone. Well, not someone, but you.You’re not at work?No, I’m calling from home. I left the office because you know how they feel about making personal phone calls. I guess it adds up. Anyway, I wouldn’t have any privacy there.Go ahead, Gail. We can talk until my secretary buzzes me. How are you fee...
Weekly Contest #283
SOMETHING IS AMISSI am not tall, friend. I was never tall. I am not much higher than the seat of your Wainscot chair. But, I pray you, do not see me in your mind’s eye as some sort of court dwarf. I am not that. I am just small of stature for my age of six and ten. I assure you I, Arthur, am what I am. And what does smallness matter in the scheme of things after all? Especially at this season of the year? It is Christmastide! In the year of our Lord, 1502. So what if some call me Tom Thumb behind my back in the sculler...
Weekly Contest #282
MEA CULPA It’s me, Eve. Don’t hang up. I mean don’t stop reading. And don’t look to see how long this message is. If we were on better terms right now, I would make this short. But we aren’t on good terms are we? So I am going to make this long, Eve, and I want you to hear me out. I know you won’t pick up the phone because you are punishing me so I am texting you and yes, texting is going to sound less personal, but what is my alternative? Carrier pigeon, letter by drone, Western Union telegram? Sorry, if t...
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