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Weekly Contest #380
I was pawing through the random office supplies in my top desk drawer looking for a flash drive. I pulled the drawer all the way out, and my heart sank. There in the back corner was the small woven basket, and curled inside was the string of 108 Tibetan prayer beads. The depth of remorse evoked by that rosary has not changed in 50 years. I was still youngish and definitely foolish when sold the few things I owned and hit the road. My sketchy plan was to travel west-ish until I returned to my starting point. Luck and the kindness of strangers...
Weekly Contest #378
“Paul, why don’t we go to the Halloween party as Madeline and Roderick Usher?” “Lily, that would be in poor taste. You know, because of your…your condition.” “No! That’s what would make it funny. I’ve had a few cataleptic seizures, just like Madeline, and you’re my brother. It’s perfect.” “You think seizures are funny?” “Frankly, Paul, I think almost everything is funny. You think everything is morbid.” “Yeah, being buried alive is a real hoot. Lily, I was a nervous wreck for a week after I read The Fall of the House of Usher.” “And I think ...
Weekly Contest #377
CLARENCE’S CLOSET DOOR I had the wide awake, staring at the ceiling blues again. Regrets, I’d had a few, but then again…a lot, really. I knew that my problem was success—I found it boring. New ventures were exciting until I rose through the ranks to the level where I was about to be promoted to a position where I would be managing underlings. At that point I would always quit rather than be required to show others how to do the thing instead of doing the thing myself. This problem had ended my career in civil engineering, my career in graph...
Weekly Contest #375
George Graybill (he/him) 1,252 words 14 Oak Shadows Lane Aptos, CA 95003 (831) 688-8814 chickenfat2@gmail.ocm HARRY’S MISSION There was something odd about the dawn light pouring through the bedroom window. It was tinted in a way that piqued Harry’s curiosity but made him feel vaguely anxious. From the kitchen window, he saw that there had been a sudden and unusual change in the weather. Heavy, opaque clouds extended to the horizon where a narrow band of clear sky allowed the golden light of the rising sun to stream across the land under ...
Weekly Contest #374
Doctor Heisenberg had a slightly pointed bald head surrounded by a skirt of curly white hair above an angry white mustache. He had arrived from parts unknown to teach us high school zoology. He insisted that we address him as “Doctor Heisenberg,” even though this aroused suspicions as to why he was teaching high school with a PhD. We all assumed it was because he had lost his professorship at a university for those fiendish experiments. Doctor H was always assisted in the classroom by his young teaching assistant, Helga Hertz. I guess you w...
Weekly Contest #372
DREAM FOG I walk through the dark forest toward the lake. There is no trail, but I know my way because I often come here in dreams. A dense fog blurs the outlines of tree trunks and boulders. This place is all in shades of gray. It is like this every time I come here. The mood is dismal and comforting at the same time, and I like that. I arrive at the lake, which is also blanketed in thick mist. I have never seen across the lake, so I don’t know if it is really a lake. The surface is liquid pewter and looks viscous. The narrow beach is made...
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