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Weekly Contest #238
Twiddling By Gavin Matthew Henrietta sat contemplating, her booth occupied with three others. It was a slow night at the Ellipsis Diner. Missouri rain and rolling thunder encouraged most of the city’s people to stay home where it was dry and safe. Henrietta and her crew had the eatery to themselves except for three waitresses and two other patrons. “You should have just let me k . . .” started Charlie before Henrietta nudged his shoulder. He was a burly man with s...
Weekly Contest #230
Dopendo IsbubeetwrappedByGavin Matthew “Dopendo. . . . . .Isbubeetwrapped.” The words were mumbled. Jumbled. Discombobulated. Tulip tried to pull them together but she couldn’t decipher it. Whatever happened to Harrison had left the husky man bleeding on the floor. “Try it again. Slower,” Tulip pushed as she knelt. “Dopendo. Isbubeetwrapped,” Harrison repeated, his eyes rolling around. Tulip picked at her cropped afro with frustration. “This suckah’s broken,” Tulip spat as she stood up. “Oil, how did you talk me into this? These chumps are s...
Weekly Contest #209
Riding Shotgun By Gavin Matthew The Cadillac was pristine from bumper to grill. Gold wire rims decorated white tires that matched the vehicle’s white body and gold accents. There wasn’t a single spot on a window or mirror. Despite having been parked for hours on Pasell, the car looked as if it were brand new. Even the dancing winter snow, cold flakes piling up from block to block, seemed to drift around the beautiful Cadillac like nature herself knew not to defile it. “Goddamn, it’s cold!” Tulip said as she slid into the car’s backseat...
Weekly Contest #169
“Henry. Grab the knife.” “Really?! And get my fingerprints on the thing? No way, baby. Nothing doing.” It had not been eight hours before someone decided they had had enough of their host Blanco Bo-Day. There he was on the kitchen floor prone with a knife protruding from his back, his husky from damp and paler than usual. He was dead. The frozen horror on his face and his awkward stillness were proof enough of that fact. “You might as well do it,” continued Kat, her sand-colored fingers fidgeting at the seam of her dress. “We’re all...
Weekly Contest #168
Like Falling Snow Gavin Matthew Cordelia Belle looked out through the train’s window, her forehead and afro pressed lazily against its clean cool surface. Kansa City’s Union Station looked peaceful covered in snow. The morning rays would make an effort to dissolve the blanket of white powder, but the December chill would prove to be too fierce. A cold breeze had warded off all the on-lookers and well-wishers, leaving the station abandoned except for a handful of workers. The blowing gusts made themselves known as they rushed against the wa...
Weekly Contest #142
Read Aloud By Gavin Matthew “Try reading that one aloud.” said the odd librarian as he slid a book across his mahogany desk. He smiled at her as she looked over the title, his brown eyes gazing from behind tinted circular glasses. Mira didn’t like the feeling of not knowing. The tall slender man before her had been operating on a level of omniscience since the very minute she had arrived. Odd was too simple a word to describe her whole predicament. Only a few hours ago M...
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