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Holden Wennekers

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HOUSE PARTY ROBBERY by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #335

FOLLOWING: PHONE MESSAGES SEIZED DURING INVESTIGATION INTO HOUSE PARTY ROBBERY AT [ADDRESS REDACTED] ON 12/24/18, THIRTEEN DAYS PRIOR TO ARRESTS OF SUSPECTED ASSOCIATES. NAMES REDACTED (ALTERED PSEUDONYMS); INVESTIGATION IS ON-GOING. MESSAGES SENT BETWEEN 22:48 AND 23:18 ON 12/25/18, TWELVE DAYS BEFORE ARRESTS. POLICE TIPPED OFF BY CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT [NAME REDACTED], INSTRUCTED TO MAINTAIN DISTANT ACQUAINTANCESHIP WITH SUSPECT. PERPETRATORS OF HOME INVASION (APPREHENDED OR DECEASED) AS LISTED: SUSPECT #1: MOSS “MAZZA” COMBS (AGE 18) SUS...

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Action Park (Summer ’85) by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #334

This is dedicated to the ones who lost their lives at Action Park. Fun should never come at the cost of human life. Entry #1 (07/30/85):We’re going to Action Park: tomorrow. I don’t wanna go. Never been to Action Park. Heard terrible things about it. Billy Parwell broke his neck at Action Park, on the Alpine Slide. Charlie, Ben, Stanley: they’ve all been to the Park. Showed me the scars they all got on the Cannonball Loop. Their backs, arms, legs all ripped up, little red scratchings of a hundred winged bats. “The slide did that to you?” I...

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Breakfast at Denny’s by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #333

He guzzles back hot coffee letting it simmer down his tongue. He likes it hot, some do. He places the coffee mug on the table and lets the coffee wobble and spill a little on the placemat. 10:30 am. They’ve just finished breakfast. Now they’re waiting for dessert. “You ever eat this good in the pen?” asks his buddy. He laughs. “Never. Never this good.” Another heavy sip of coffee. His buddy fixes his jacket’s front collar. He does it all morning, fix his jacket. They sit at a booth in the back of the Denny’s, brightly lit, shaded red, win...

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Needin’ Cleanin’ by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #332

CW: Physical violence, gore, strong language “Raining like a Goddamned bitch out there.”“I don’t give two shits about the Goddamned rain! What the hell are we gonna do about the mess you made?!”“Calm down, Benny.”“Don’t tell me to calm down! You trigger happy son-of-a-bitch! Don’t tell me to calm down!”“You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry.”Benny had his head in his hands.“We have to do something, Dennis, and we have to do it now! If we don’t act fast, we’ll end up just like him.”“You don’t think I already know that?!”He pauses a moment.An ...

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Let it Snow by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #331

He watches the snow. Night cold like the blood of the killer. Snow white like the skin of the ghost. He stands along the interstate waiting for his buddy, in the dead of the night in the vicious cold. He has about the worst suspicion over this meeting his buddy has arranged rather out-of-the-blue. He knew he’d be in deep shit if he skipped town now, so he waits for his buddy standing there in the cold. Cheeks red, cold, his black winter puffer jacket covered in snow. Stood like some dark yeti-man in the unforgiving cold. His buddy had told...

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I saw It On The News (aka: Dinner Date at Dairy Queen) by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #330

CW: Physical violence, gore or abuse, Sexual violence I saw it on the news. Mortified me to my core. I think the last time I saw her was just three weeks prior.My God, if I’d had known.We met at the Dairy Queen we used to lunch at back in middle school. I must have waited in the parking lot in the cold about an hour past the time she said she’d show. She arrived in a taxi cab. She didn’t look good. I’d heard she’d had her license taken away months prior, and got around in cabs. She gave me a big hug, a desperate hug, like she hadn’t been hug...

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Bloody Murder by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #329

She’d heard Annie screaming bloody murder in the kitchen and ran to find her daughter backed up in the corner crying like a child trembling holding herself with broken glass all over.“Jesus Christ, Annie,” says her mother. Annie stares petrified up at the air around. The whole kitchen terrifies her and her skin is pale and her mouth is gaped open.“Annie, can you hear me? Annie?! Get up now! And clean up this goddamned mess.”“Mother!” She cries hoarsely.“Annie!” shouts her mother. Her mother hadn’t notice the blood trickling down from Annie’s...

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December, 1999

Weekly Contest #285

December, 1999 - John & Joana Dunkin were losin’ their gosh-darned marbles over the news reports on the TVs claimin’ the world was gonna end the night of the ball drop. Neither one of ‘em had the intellect to understand what sorta “bug” was gonna ruin everything - nor the foresight to comprehend that perhaps, all would be swell and everything would be fine. John had lost his job down at the travel agency, and Joana had been outta work since before the previous New Year - back when the scares of the “Why-Two something’ Bug” had all been a...

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Riot

Weekly Contest #215

RIOT By Nuri Wennekers Television had turned me into a social shut-in. At Least, that’s what the doctor told me.  He said I spent too much of my free time watching mindless television.  Too many sleepless nights watching cop dramas, reality shows, or the nightly news.  Every single night, I’d watch actors have fake sex, or shoot fake guns at one another.  In the daytime, I’d work at the mall’s electronics shop, selling TVs to families and students.  I got the job while I was a high school student. A decade later, I...

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