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Submitted to Contest #338
Green Valley High School, Green Valley, Wyoming April 1998Jennifer Cochran tried hard to pay attention to her teacher, Mr. Schmedly, as he wrote out the solution to the algebra problem on the whiteboard. She couldn’t help but smile at his hair. The man tried very hard to present a professional appearance. It just never worked for him. He should get some help from Eric Walsh. Her preference for staring at Eric rather than Mr. Schmedly was based totally on how cute Eric was. Whether he would go on to be the star quarterback on the football tea...
Submitted to Contest #333
This story talks about the horror of war, bloodshed, rape, and violence. Mid December 1914 near Ypres, Belgium It was still dark when Helen and her mother Mary stepped outside the decaying farmhouse that was their home. Mary immediately reached down and pulled Helen’s torn coat closer around her, in a vain effort to keep her daughter warm and dry. The weather was brutal. For weeks, rain had pounded the area causing flooding. The rain joined forces with the wind and the cold to blast the countryside. It was as if Mother Nature had summoned...
Submitted to Contest #331
“Honey, don’t forget you promised to dust the family room and be extra careful with the snow globes.”“Crap,” thought George. I did promise to do that. Of course, when I did, I didn’t know the game would be tied 24 to 24 and looking like it would go into overtime. Oh well, I can start dusting and keep the television turned up. If anything, exciting happens, I can watch the replays. If I don’t get it done, we’ll be late for our dinner date tonight.Grabbing his dust rags and furniture polish from the closet, George started dusting at the top sh...
Submitted to Contest #330
It was still not daylight on the beach. In a short span of time, however, the sun would push away the darkness and bring forth the blessings of a new day.Melody parked her Jeep beside the trail that led to the beach. Lola, Melody’s white Labrador Retriever, that was riding shotgun, immediately gave a bark of approval when she realized they were going to the beach.Melody and Lola were about as inseparable as a human, and a canine could be. In the three years since Melody had brought Lola home, the two of them had been separated for only a few...
Submitted to Contest #328
The Old SoldierOne The line of cars moved slowly through the small town led by a police cruiser with lights flashing but no siren. Following the cruiser was an immaculate black hearse carrying the coffin of Samuel Joseph Miller, Sr. Following the hearse were two black limousines carrying the family members of the deceased. Last in the procession were cars, trucks and motorcycles carrying the many friends and acquaintances who had come to pay their respects to Sam Miller. The procession moved smoothly through the town that the gentleman ...
Submitted to Contest #324
It was still dark on the beach with just a glimmer of sunshine starting to peek over the horizon. Billy found a place to sit down near the water’s edge where the waves sprinted up the beach before slowing, stopping for a mere fraction of a second, and then sliding backward into the surf.Billy pulled his thermos from his backpack and poured himself a cup of coffee. He then sat back and watched the beautiful spectacle of the sun rising over the ocean. Today it was especially beautiful as the sun began to drive away the darkness and cover the...
Submitted to Contest #322
“Well, I’ll be damned. Cal Stewart, how the hell are you.”U.S. Army Captain Caleb Stewart looked up from his shopping in the military sales store at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Heading toward him was Daniel Mason, also an Army captain, that Cal had known since they were both cadets at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. Over the years at West Point and subsequent years their paths had crossed many times. They knew each other well and both respected each other for their military and leadership acumen.Beyond that, however, both were ac...
Submitted to Contest #321
It was just 5:00 AM when the old man’s alarm clock sounded. He rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed. His dog raised its head from the corner of the room where several blankets served as his bed. Looking out the window at his thermometer, Buck Watson saw that the temperature was in the upper twenties. He looked at the dog that was looking back at him with loving eyes and said, “Joe, it is soon going to be time for you and me to move to Florida. We will take our walks in the Florida sunshine instead of freezing our butts here.”A ...
Submitted to Contest #320
A packed SUV containing the Simmons family pulled into the Oconaluftee Visitor Center. The Oconaluftee Forest is the valley of the Oconaluftee River in North Carolina’s Great Smokey Mountains. The river is sacred to the Cherokee People. Jim and Meredith Simmons were eager to stretch their legs after the long ride north from Florida’s Disney World. Their twin eight-year-old children, Bruce and Bridget, were even more eager to escape the back seat of the Ford Explorer. They had said goodbye to Disney World early in the morning and headed fo...
Submitted to Contest #317
This story discusses adult mental illness and children who are hospitalized with severe illnesses. There is one use of harsh language. Taylor opened one eye and looked across the bed. She already knew what she would see but the lumpy shape covered with a sheet with an arm and a leg sticking out confirmed that Taylor’s human, Mark, was still sound asleep. Hopping off the bed, the beautiful chocolate Labrador Retriever headed over to the window and stuck her face between the pulled down window shade and the screen. Yep, she...
Submitted to Contest #313
This story contains risqué and sexually suggestive language. Allyson and Madison walked across the small but incredibly beautiful upstate New York college campus. It was springtime and the scent of lilacs filled the air. Maddie turned to her identical twin sister, Ally, and commented, “You know, it’s a good thing that guys I go out with don’t wear cologne that smells like lilacs.” I wouldn’t be able to keep my pants on.” “Yeah, yeah, I know,” said Ally, “and you really like the blue ones because they match your eyes. You’re so romanti...
Submitted to Contest #312
Three Army Black Hawk helicopters flew just above the treetops without any lights as they headed deep into enemy territory in the dark night. Forty minutes after crossing the enemy border, the lead helicopter radioed the other two that he was commencing a security check of the designated landing zone. Minutes later he radioed that the landing zone was secure and that the Barker had deployed. Barker was the operational name for the U.S. Army’s latest robotic dog system. Roughly the shape and size of a very large dog, the Bar...
Submitted to Contest #311
Mike Henley was bitterly cold as he stood sentry duty. Winters in Afghanistan were often harsh. This one certainly was. Like soldiers had done for centuries, Mike wondered what the hell he was doing freezing his ass off in a foreign country many miles from home. Mike allowed his thoughts to briefly turn to Julie, his wife and the love of his life at home in Fort Benning, Georgia. In a few weeks his tour will end. He and Julie planned to spend two weeks in the Caribbean where the sun and waves and mostly time with Julie would wash away t...
Submitted to Contest #309
“Excuse me, have we met before?” Angela turned from staring at the stars to see a handsome man watching her intently. He was probably about her age and a few inches taller. His muscular build was apparent; slightly stretching his polo shirt in all the right places. She had no doubt that his smile could light up a room. She took her time before responding as the cool ocean breeze disheveled their hair. Scott’s much shorter military cut was far less affected than Angela’s shoulder length brunette tresses that she pushed back from her face ...
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