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Weekly Contest #359
Riding a bike has always been a type of therapy for me. When I was young and my parents were arguing at home, I’d sneak out and go for a bike ride. When my best friend Avery and I would get into an argument, I’d ride my bike around the block until I came up with a way to fix it. When my tenth grade boyfriend broke up with me for some girl he met at another school, I rode my bike for hours until Mom drove up and made me get in the truck to go home. The cool spring air blowing through my hair, the sun setting over the lake, and nothing to dist...
Weekly Contest #249
BZZZ. BZZZ.BZZZ. BZZZ. “Tom,” Anne mumbles as she elbows my shoulder blade. “Tom, turn your alarm off.” BZZZ. BZZZ.BZZZ. BZZZ.BZZZ. BZZZ. “TOM!” She shouts, jolting me awake. She grumbles something as I reach for my phone that is about to vibrate itself off of the nightstand. I run a hand down my face and notice the time. “Shoot.” I told my daughter that I would try to cuss less. I toss the covers off of my legs and sprint to the bathroom. Today I have an interview at a local university for the Head Librarian position. I shouldn’t get...
Weekly Contest #247
Everything was quiet except for the crunch of snow under my boots. The snow sparkles on the ground in the sunlight and icicles hang on branches like bats. A small mouse scampers across the fresh snow leaving tiny tracks behind it, while an owl hoots from high above us in the tree. “It’s beautiful, Cael.” I whisper into the wind. “How did you know when the guards wouldn’t be at the hole?” There’s one spot in the wall near our houses that has a hole just big enough for Cael to squeeze through. He’s 6 foot tall, so it was no easy feat. Cael shr...
Weekly Contest #246
Mentions death and dying, also hints at suicide. Reece comes into view as I walk around the park’s bathrooms. He’s sitting on one of the four empty swings, looking down at his phone. He hears my footsteps as I get closer and he looks up at me. A faint smile plays on his face as he nods to the swing next to him, silently prompting me to sit. “Not suspicious at all,” I playfully say as I begin swinging slowly. I glance around the empty city park, the sun bleached purple dinosaurs bouncing back and forth in the wind. If I believed in ghosts, I...
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