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Weekly Contest #353
THE REDWOOD REMEMBERS He was the oldest tree in the forest. Standing high above the other giant redwoods that surrounded him. The others called him Methusala, a name almost as old as the tree itself. Over the years, the tree had fathered hundreds if not thousands of seeds that grew into saplings, that grew into mature trees, that grew into giants in the forest. He was wise, wise beyond years. Wisdom was the sap that ran in his veins. His strength was beyond measure and he had withstood heat, rain, gale-force winds, and even a tornado or two...
Weekly Contest #352
THE WATCHFUL FOREST The barn owl hooted from the tall oak tree. His call seemed to say, “Who? Who? Who?” She felt that he was asking her a personal question. Like he really wanted to know … like he really needed to know. Irene sat back on her heels and looked towards the verdant green forest beside her. She looked up to where the owl stared down on her, his huge orange eyes almost glowing in the fading light. “It’s William,” she said quietly in answer to his persistent query. She knew owls had excellent hearing, so she knew that she didn’...
Weekly Contest #341
The Bridge She stood on the wooden bridge, gazing down at the water coursing through the valley. It was the kind of setting that would have made a lovely photograph in some artsy coffee-table book. She could see it in her mind’s eye, a four-page spread covering every season. In winter, icicles would be hanging from the bridge while the wide creek would be covered with ice. The deep snow would blanket the trees lined on both sides of the water, giving the whole scene a winter wonderland effect. In spring, the fish would start jumping, and ...
Weekly Contest #340
THE HELPFUL CHARACTER Jewels sat at her desk, rocking slightly in her ergonomic chair. The chair looked incongruous with the antique oak desk, but Jewels wasn’t in the least bit concerned about this paradox of ultra-modern and antique. She was aware that from a design point of view, the two pieces together were an abomination. Her designer sister had certainly told her this often enough. The fact of the matter was she couldn't care less. What she was concerned about was the comfort and functionality, and with Jewels, function always won out ...
Weekly Contest #304
GHOSTWRITER Jack Webber was a creator, or at least he liked to think he was. He dabbled in painting, woodworking, and sculpting. To date, he had sold nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. This fact deterred him not in the least. He had inherited a small cabin on the lake from his grandparents as well as a modest income. His needs were few, just canvases, paint, and supplies. He had a set of old carving tools thanks to his grandfather, who had tried to teach him this craft when he was a young boy. The forest outside supplied him with wood, not only to ...
Weekly Contest #303
Jake and Haley huddled together at the rear of the bus. Neither one of them glanced out the window at the passing sights. “What are we going to do?” asked Haley tearfully. “I don't know! I can hardly think now. I never expected this,” sighed Jake. “What did they say I have again? After a while, my brain just shut down while the doctor was talking. My mind just went blank. I think I was in shock.” “He said you had COPD, there was a longer name.” Jake pulled a crumpled pamphlet out of his jacket pocket. “Ok, it's Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary ...
Weekly Contest #298
He opened the door to his office and poked his head into the comfortable waiting room. There were no typical waiting room chairs; instead, the waiting area looked more like a cozy lounge, with couches and several chairs that one could sink into. Quiet, soothing music filled the room, creating a peaceful environment. A young woman sat on the edge of one of the chairs, moving restlessly, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was gnawing at her lips, and he could see where she had pulled the skin away from her lower lip. She had large g...
Weekly Contest #297
BACK OF THE BUS, GUS It was minutes before midnight. “The witching hour” was how some people put it. Devon Devonshire stood deep in the shadows of the old willow tree, its branches forming a shadowy veil around him. He longed for a cigarette but knew that sometimes, you just had to focus on your goal, so he waited, biding his time while his body stood at high alert. He was used to waiting, had in fact, spent his whole life waiting. Waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting to make his mark on the world, for someone to finally acknow...
Weekly Contest #295
“Mandy would have loved the flowers,” whispered Isla as she stood a little ways back from the casket. “Oh, I know, they are to die for,” whispered back Karen. A heartbeat later, her hand flew to her mouth, and her eyes widened in shock as she heard her words reverberate in her head. If she could only take back her insensitive words. Isla stared at her and then quickly looked around at the mourners nearby to see if they had overheard Karen’s uncensored words. “Oh my Gosh,” sputtered Karen. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m so sorry. I feel t...
Weekly Contest #294
THE SILENT SCREAM Trent lay quietly in the bed, mentally assessing the damage. His head was swaddled in some kind of gauze bandage, his left arm wrapped in a heavy plaster cast, and tubes were running here and there across his chest and into his nostrils, hand, and finger. There were several monitors beside the bed, emitting quiet beeping noises. Although his arm ached slightly it was his head that felt like someone was playing conga drums inside it. He cracked his right eye open a fraction but closed it quickly as the lights on...
Weekly Contest #292
The Girl in the Magenta Dress You could see her coming a mile away. Walking confidently along the heavily populated sidewalk like a model on a catwalk. She oozed confidence, style, grace and elegance. Her body was tanned and as she came nearer I could see it also looked flawless. Her hair was as dark a black as a raven’s wing and swished to and fro as she sashayed along the boulevard. Heads turned as she passed the people on the sidewalk. A small child reached out their tiny hand to her an...
Weekly Contest #291
Obsessions I stood at the kitchen window watching my children fight and argue with each other as they waited for the bus to arrive. It was a day pretty much like every other day, I had cooked my children, husband, and myself a nutritious breakfast. Scrambled eggs with fresh herbs that I grew in my kitchen garden, peameal bacon, homemade home fries cooked in the air fryer, whole wheat bread, an...
Weekly Contest #290
THE STRAY The windshield wipers on my car beat a steady tattoo and I could hear the raindrops falling loudly on the roof. It reminded me of when I would lie in bed in the loft of my small cabin and hear the rain hitting the metal roof. I was heading there now … to the cabin. I had four weeks of holidays due and meant to spend every possible moment there. It was my escape, my retreat, my all-about-me time. Most of the time, my life was a clutter of “be here and be there” or “do this or do that.” The proverbial hamster in th...
Weekly Contest #288
THE CRY OF THE GULLS Delaney leaned against the palm tree. The rough pseudo bark poked relentlessly into her skin. She didn't move. The tropical breeze caressed her cheek and gently lifted her hair so that she felt the warm wind envelop her. Several seagulls hovered overhead, riding the winds, their wings outstretched while dozens of their companions littered the beach, their hungry squawking, creating a din in her ears. They searched among the small crabs, fish, and shells that lined the beach after the tide went out...
Weekly Contest #287
THE STONE MASON The yard was a veritable English garden complete with stone pathways separating the garden's various sections, neatly defining each area in splendor. The lush green lawns peeked out from under fragrant heritage roses, some were more than one hundred years old. The roses grew in abundance, as did the peonies, dahlias, and hollyhocks. Dr. and Mrs. Olsen had been working on their garden since they had moved into the stately home six years ago. This summer’s project was an ambitious one, but necessary according to Mrs. Olse...
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