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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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