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Weekly Contest #295
“Father forgive me, it’s been fifty some years since my last confession and these are my sins.” I began my absolution after the priest put the purple cloth below his chin and did the sign of the cross with a special oil. I knew that my chance of ascending to Heaven was a hundred to one shot according to any credible bookie I knew. Hey, but it was worth a shot. Father Bagetti sighed since he knew that my list of transgressions would be long and quite time consuming. There was no easy way out as far as he was concerned, and he was correct...
Weekly Contest #294
It was a dark and stormy night… Good Grief, here I am quoting Charles Schultz’s Snoopy to start my fifty something novel resurrecting my worn-out protagonist Tanner Blitzen. Even hiding out in the woods of Vermont, where I have written every Tanner Blitzen book that currently rules the Fiction Murder Mystery section of Barnes and Noble. Next to perhaps Stephen King or Joyce Carol Oates, I am the most published author in the country. You must’ve seen my name plastered on every social media platform. Yes, I am Reynar...
Weekly Contest #293
In 1983, I drove from Victorville, California to Marquette, Michigan in the Upper Peninsula. It was the first time I had traveled most of the country by myself. After spending three plus years stationed at George, Air Force Base, I received orders for a permanent change of Station (PCS) to KI Sawyer, AFB, MI. The orders were part of my re-enlistment deal where I got to choose three bases of preference. Since two of my buddies got orders to KI Sawyer, I decided I would go too. Since I got more money to drive ac...
Weekly Contest #292
Lora Brenner had lived her entire life of twenty-two years without realizing color. It was illegal in Principality 44. Legend has it that artist Klaus von Ritchen had once painted a work entitled “Still Life in Black and White” which displayed the irony since the painting was done in vivid colors. For this act of civil disobedience, he was jailed when Lora's father Lars was just a boy. According to the Newsfeed was still an inmate at Broadsword Prison. Any use of color was against the law as only black, white ...
Weekly Contest #291
I woke up screaming. Again. My therapist calls them night terrors, but I call them a return trip to Dreamland. Dreamland is an atrocious place where ghastly predatory creatures roam in the deep dark woods. The dreams are so real and horrendous that words cannot grasp the true wickedness that comes while I am sound asleep. I know I am not innocent. There is a damn good reason why I’ve been remanded to Dreamland. Penance is a hard price to pay at times. “Alright Martin, have you had any night terrors this week.” My Therapist Amanda...
Weekly Contest #290
Simon DeCensus was making some final adjustments on the Circlotron before testing it out. It was risky. If there was a malfunction, there was no surefire way to rescue him, but the thrill of being the first man to travel in a circular time spectrum was all the motivation he needed. “What do you think, sir?” Abe Gonnull asked as he watched Simon, his boss, run through the checklist. One of the lead technicians of the Circlotron Company, Abe was a crackerjack specialist who had worked with the time travel program sin...
Weekly Contest #289
Jean-Paul D’Armon’s was a small sliver of a bistro by all accounts when Damon Presque walked in off the busy bustle of Parisian boulevard. Living the life of the stereotypical starving artist, Damon felt claustrophobic in his small flat in Greenwich Village Flat in New York where his perspective saw the American Art movement stuck in a rut. Scrounging up enough for a ticket across the Atlantic, Damon was eager to find his way to the City of Lights. He had heard this is where some of the boldest dynamic art movements were being...
Weekly Contest #288
A light rain falls at my home in Eugene, Oregon, but it’s supposed to rain a lot here. There is a breeze blowing in from the north that’s bringing a chill reminiscent of when I lived in Alaska. As the day turns darker and gloomier, I am reminded of the Panama Rain. Now that was the type of rain that seemed it should have an old man with a boat full of animals. I must warn you; this is a war story I have pulled out of my footlocker as the rain continues to fall. “We need someone to go down to Det 4 to support the U2.” Master Serge...
Weekly Contest #287
Françoise Fabliaux was behind the counter at Gustavus Salon de The, when a distinguished-looking gentleman sat himself at one of the tables on the sidewalk. It was too early to open early for customers to be served on the patio and since Francois was the only server on duty, he decided to inform the gentleman that he needed to come inside. “Excuse me, monsieur.” He walked up to where the gentleman was seated. “We do not serve customers until ten o’clock this morning. Come inside and I will serve you.” “Ah, but this morning air is ...
Weekly Contest #286
It is cold when you are riding the rail, but what choice do I have these days. Got my bed roll unpacked in this Hooverville and we sittin’ around the campfire playin’ my harmonica to sad blues tunes and tellin’ stories of our travels. I tell ‘em I am Amos Wright from Greenville, Mississippi, son of a sharecropper who runned away. Now I was tol’ we’s somewhere north of Wichita. “So, Amos where are ya headed.” Balou, a redheaded Cajun, asks me. “Wherever there is work.” I lean back on my night roll. “Gotta be careful. Lot...
Weekly Contest #285
“Hey Dwight, Dawn here.” My sister’s voice sounded as soon as I pressed the incoming call on my cell phone. “Hey Dawn, what’s up?” I asked as I worked to complete my presentation for the meeting after lunch. “Dad passed away.” She answered bluntly, but then she was never one to mince words. “Who found him?” “His care worked came calling.” She sighed and I knew she was on the verge of tears. Bryce was his care worker who checked every other day. Since dad’s stroke, he needed someone to check on him. Working for a technical co...
Weekly Contest #284
No one noticed him upon his arrival and nobody knew his name for good reason. You see, he had arrived at our office Christmas party uninvited, but that did not stop him from entering the Hilton ballroom where holiday lights hung from every nook and cranny and elves on the shelves peered out from every possible shelf with devious smiles painted on their plastic faces. Broderick Stoneman the CEO for our publishing company sat at the head table with the other managers from each department. Mrs. Oliva Stoneman sat next to her husband and c...
Weekly Contest #283
I never in my wildest dreams ever thought my final moments in this life, I would be sitting behind the steering wheel of my Kia waiting for the police to corner me before opening fire with a barrage of deadly force. Let’s just say I provoked this while being chased by a patrol unit. I opened fire with my own weapon. The weapon I used after robbing the First and National Bank on Main. Sitting in my car, I hear every siren in this sinkhole city all responding to 10-22 and 10-31. I am surrounded. My final moments of my l...
Weekly Contest #282
“Next.” The clerk behind the desk calls out. I am next, but I have no idea where I am. I wish my alarm clock would go off and wake me up from this disturbing dream I am having. Tilting my head, I walk up to the clerk behind the counter. I hear someone scream. “Name.” She says without looking up. Another scream. “Elias Grundle.” I answer as I try to locate the source of the scream. “Yes.” She opens a thick ledger and uses her finger to scan down the page. “Where exactly am I?” I ask as she continues to scan the next...
Weekly Contest #281
There are some families that have a reputation for harboring secrets that, if known, would become scandalous in certain social circles, but there are other families who no longer shelter their secrets and have become quite famous for the skeletons they keep in their closets. The Widgett Family is one of the latter. So famous their legendary family quirks that it has been rumored that Charles Dickens himself used some of their stories to model Ebeneezer Scrouge after a long deceased patriarchal member of their family known as a unre...
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