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Weekly Contest #352
Though John Brown had not yet reached fifty years of age, his face was weathered with the shapes of ridges and valleys that it took mother nature eons to carve out in stone. The only smooth plane was around his mouth, for he seldom, if ever, smiled. Life had never been easy for the Brown Family, but that didn’t bother him much; he was never promised an easy life. On the day he was born, his daddy came to look at him in the hospital nursery, then returned to finish out his shift in the lead mine.The mine had dried up over a decade ago, taking...
Weekly Contest #351
The box arrived on a Tuesday. It sat on the kitchen table, wrapped in brown paper that revealed nothing. My husband sipped coffee from his mug, the steam parting around his face in tendrils. “That was on the porch. Is it for the baby?” he said. Not glancing up from his crossword puzzle. “Oh.” It was the only thing I could think to say. I had begun to believe that maybe the box wasn’t real. That I had imagined the cryptic conversation with my mother, warning me of its impending arrival. “It’s yours to carry now," was all she said. A faint smi...
Weekly Contest #350
A chime rang out, and Kate dove for the computer to refresh the desktop screen. Over thirty seconds that felt like more of an eternity, she waited as the picture slowly loaded. The love of her life, her soulmate, was being revealed to her. Kate would have called her best friend, Sara, if the phone line hadn’t been tied up. Sara would have to wait. A face with a middle part, boyish smile, and a rugged little soul patch appeared on her screen. Kate nearly swooned out of her chair, catching herself on the armrest and giggling into the empty liv...
Weekly Contest #336
Sarah ate her moo goo gai pan while the man lay dying on the floor. The stench of vomit hanging over the cramped kitchen ruined her appetite. Death was messier than the fantasy she had played out in her mind. She pushed the mushrooms to the side to save for her brother, an old habit that lingered despite his absence. Months of planning had led to this moment, but the satisfaction she was hoping for didn’t come. Sitting on a barstool in his tiny, shabby home, Douglas James Miller wasn’t the monster from her memories, only a fragile human bein...
Weekly Contest #330
Mara couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment she fell out of love with her husband, Dan. Maybe it was watching him brush his teeth with his eyes squeezed tight, or the 13,849 time she picked up his dirty socks sitting just outside the edge of the hamper. Or maybe it didn’t happen in one moment, but in a thousand tiny ones; each minor infraction becoming a new tick on the wall of her marriage, a wall that felt more like a prison cell. She could leave. Maybe. But he was a good man. Her mom always said you don’t divorce someone unless they are hurti...
Weekly Contest #329
The wind whipped the branches of the barren tree against the window, creating shadows on the wall that danced like claws. A fitting night for Elmer Corbett’s task at hand. At least the rain would keep away any unwanted visitors and obscure him from any prying eyes lurking in the darkness. If all went according to his plan, no one would ever know he had even been there. Luck hadn’t been on Elmer’s side recently, and counting on it was what had gotten him into this situation in the first place. He had reached the end of the line. Either he c...
Weekly Contest #328
The edges of my mind feel fuzzy, like I can’t quite grasp the thoughts that are rushing past in my head. People are here now. Everyone is looking at me, like they want me to say something or do something, but I am not sure what. Everything aches, from the ends of my short gray hair to the tips of my fingers and toes. I glance briefly down at my hands, the skin is mottled with age spots and protruding veins, but something new too; a dark bruise where a needle is puncturing my skin. I hate needles. I don’t know many things at this moment, but...
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