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Weekly Contest #366
“I should have known better.” Keeps echoing in my head as I continue my way through the dark forest behind my cabin. Early autumn which means the rain is steadily falling. The few drops that are able to make it through the thick canopy manage to leave their print on my flannel shirt. “I should have known better.” My mind echoes once again. There is terror. There is uncertainty. And I’m to blame. I have my journal in my backpack as I nearly twist my ankle on an unseen root protruding from the damp ground. There are worse ...
Weekly Contest #365
“Hey Frank, hang loose, I have to make a phone call.” Security Officer Travis Tuttle waved to a large man who was racing down the hall. “Alright, but the briefing is in three minutes which means we are already late.” Frank was already sweating from the exertion. “I gotta tell Debbie that I’m gonna be late.” He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear, but what he had planned to be a routine phone call home turned out to be anything but. “Yeah, we will be launching the ballistic missiles at fourteen hundred hours.” The voice at the other...
Weekly Contest #364
Micky (The Fingers) Teague stood in the empty room looking in all directions, but all he got was a hallow echo. He should have known. The room was an empty storage area secured by a cypher lock on the heavy metal door. Stepping out of the empty room, he heard sirens wailing in the distance. He could try to run, but he figured he wouldn’t get very far. It would be better if he stayed put and wait for them. He knew as the sirens got closer that Irving Holloway had betrayed him. Known as The Fingers by those in the business, Micky was known as...
For most of my life I have been known as Seriff Seth Cowley who retired on February 14, 1912. It was the day when the Territory of Arizona was admitted to the Union as the forty-eighth state. While bells rang and people celebrated in Phoenix as Governor George W.P. Hunt took the podium. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to you all as today Arizona becomes a state in this great United States of America.” He glanced around the crowd, many waving flags with forty-eight stars in a field of blue. There were fireworks and cheering as t...
Weekly Contest #362
I have had many people in my life who have tried to teach me how to cook, but the one teacher I can never forget is Roger Hatfield. After all Roger is a ghost. As far out as that may sound to you, this really happened to me. You are looking at me right now thinking, “Is this guy whacked or what?” Maybe one day I might agree with you, but looking back, Roger was a really good teacher whether you choose to believe me or not. It happened when I was in college. I was eying a girl in my cooking class that I was really interested in hooking up wi...
It was the summer after I had graduated from high school and became a man. But during the interim, I was the sole guardian of my brother Reese. My parents were busy tending to the business of academia at the university while I was charged with the care of Reese who had been born with a cognitive impairment that developmentally would stunt him behaviorally at the age of six or seven. “Congratulations Harmon.” My father hugged me after mom took pictures of us with me in my cap and gown for graduation. “Valedictorian.” “Was there any doubt?”...
Weekly Contest #360
When Thomas Edison died on October 18, 1931, he had acquired 1,039 United States patents and 1,239 worldwide for a grand total of 2,332. Nobody had ever earned that many patents in their lifetime, but what was peculiar is that just before his death, he was busy in his Menlo Park laboratory on a machine he claimed could converse with the dead. The plans for this miraculous machine became lost when he died. The reason I know this is because my Uncle Widrow told me all of this. Uncle Widrow was my mother’s older no-good (her words) brother who ...
Weekly Contest #359
Winston Shelby sat at the city bus stop waiting for Emily to arrive even though Emily had died over twenty years ago. He held a collection of cut flowers as he sat there wearing a suit jacket and a bow tie. No one seemed to notice him as he sat there in front of the abandoned Brownville Psychiatric Hospital. History had not been kind to the hospital as it closed its doors in 1965 after several complaints lodged against them with the deaths of several patients including Emily Dubeck. The city council worked hard to find a contractor willing ...
Weekly Contest #358
“Wilson Harden please call Central Communication immediately.” An anxious voice sounded in my headset. “We are trying to verify what happened.” I answered. “I need you up here immediately.” It was my supervisor Lance Mulligan. “I will be up there in three minutes.” I replied calmly as Seth Bronkowski was still shaking from what had just happened. “I am trying to verify the transmission.” “We need to you up here now.” Lance sounded too insistent to ignore. “Seth?” When I tapped him on his shoulder. He nearly launched himself from his chair...
Weekly Contest #357
My name is George Nicolson and while you may not know my name, you might remember the show I was in, The Stig Miller Show. The show ran for five seasons from 1960 to 1965 staring Stig Miller. At the time, Stig was one of the biggest comedians in Hollywood. Known for his cutting remarks, he was an A-List celebrity. I was hired to be his second banana which is why a lot of people don’t know my name right off. I was doing stand up comedy in Brooklyn throughout the 1950s until I got hired to do the show. Sheeese, you think I won the lottery or ...
Weekly Contest #356
Rupert Gettis was walking through the sloppy rain, as he knew it, on his way to his weekly with his probation officer Nick Adams. Rupert had nothing against Officer Adams, but he was a by the book kind of guy which irritated Rupert. Walking into the cramped officer that always smelled like mold, Rupert greeted Hazel Manfred who was the receptionist with a nice figure, but she was addicted to Diet Coke. Lots of her empties cluttered her desk. “Hey there Rup.” She greeted him, “Sign in.” “Sure.” He picked up the pen and scribbled his name on ...
Weekly Contest #355
Six weary Lakota warriors rode into the Black Hills ahead of the horse soldiers of the United State Cavalry after the terrible massacre at Wounded Knee. There was great sadness among the six as they rode the trail into the hills under a moonless sky. They could heard the soldiers pursing them in the distance. Now that it was dark, they could no longer see them. The leader Ciyuhonke was one of the elders who had negotiated with the leader of the white soldiers for peace. As it turned out peace was not what these men were after. He had held c...
Weekly Contest #354
Captain Alton Quegg’s Leg “Am I speaking to Warren Quegg?” A voice ask me over my cell phone. “Speaking.” I affirm, “And who might I be speaking to?” “I am Mr. Lionel Godfrey, attorney.” He answered. “What have I done?” I shrugged as I step into an empty elevator. “I wanted to contact you about your Uncle Reny Quegg’s estate.” He ignored my feeble attempt at humor. Most people do. “My uncle and I were not close.” I remember his callous and rude attitude the last time he spoke. It was a week before his demise. I think he did himself in, but t...
Weekly Contest #353
I am professor Almeck Geboddi, and I am recording this tape to substantiate our findings on this expedition to seek the origins of the ancient epic poem about Gilgamesh King of Uruk of Mesopotamia. Our team included three world renown researchers in the field of ancient Sumerian texts; first was Damon Broswick, Ranata Becskel, and Anton Pantazis. They were chosen as an international team of experts in field of research. Our findings are quite shocking as out discoveries seem to contradict former conclusions from the past about these texts. ...
Weekly Contest #352
When Marcel Deneuve was born, everyone knew there was something just not right about him. Walking awkwardly into the classroom on his first day of school, with his large nose and crooked smile, some of the kids began to talk about him and point behind his back as he passed them. When he began to draw a picture like everyone else, the picture he drew got everyone’s attention almost immediately. When some of the boys pointed and chuckled at the picture he was drawing, he told everyone in his class about the colors of a rainbow and the hues o...
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