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Weekly Contest #81
“Grandpa, how did you and Grandma meet?” As Sarah sat on my lap, she me and innocent smile, knowing I couldn’t resist it. “You know I told you this story a thousand times. Why do you want to hear it again?” Sarah bounced in my lap. “Because it’s so hard to believe. It’s almost like magic.” “It does seem like magic, doesn’t it? I’ll tell you Sarah, truth can be stranger than fiction.” I pulled her close to my chest. “Alright. Close your eyes, for I’m going to take you back to the beginning. It was February 1975…” I was living in West Eat...
Weekly Contest #80
Bombs were bursting on the silver screen at the Texas Theater and the cigarette smoke in the theater added to the effects, but it was all oblivious to Lee. His mind was elsewhere. The phone call he was expecting never came and the aftermath of the noontime fiasco began to settle on his shoulders. They must have dialed the wrong number, he thought. The echoes of the gun shots reverberated in his memory. “Perhaps it’s all a coincidence.” In his heart, he knew better than that. Lee wasn’t much to look at. He was scrawny and his face was made f...
Weekly Contest #78
Never Too Old Wrapped in a bathrobe, Martha was sitting in her favorite chair reading a scripture from the Bible. “But with God, all things are possible.” Of all the verses, this is the one she related most to. She closed the Bible and embraced the warmth emitting from the fireplace. She peered out the window and gazed at the new fallen snow blanketing her front lawn. A faint frown crossed her face. I’m in the winter of my life, she thought. Seventy-five years I’ve walked on this earth and there’s no guarantee I’ll live another day. Marth...
Weekly Contest #77
The Top of the Hill Howard Seeley It was early morning when John woke up. So many mornings have passed since he could first remember and each one was different from the rest. From hiding from monsters under the bed, waiting for Santa to arrive, sleeping with his first love, his honeymoon night, and now. John looked at the wrinkles on his hands and the gray hairs on his arms. Yes, many mornings have come and gone. Turning to his side, John eyes an unoccupied pillow next to him. A smile crosses his face as he smells the aroma of fresh cof...
Weekly Contest #76
Jesse's Plight Howard Seeley It was ten in the morning and Jesse was staring out the classroom window. The sun was out, and he could see the ninth-grade gym class playing soccer. The cheers and shouts were loud enough to pierce through the glass, further distracting him. I wish I were out there with them, he thought. But reality was stronger than fiction. He turned to the biology teacher, Mr. Palmer. In Jesse’s mind, he wasn’t much more than a bore. Mr. Palmer’s droning voice and the gibberish he has written on the blackboard trying to e...
Weekly Contest #75
Grizzly Sam Addams Howard Seeley The sound of the passing street car woke Sam up. As he rolled on his side, his tattered blanket fell to the curb. Huh. Another day. He scratched his unkempt beard, wondering how much lice were living in there with him. Sam picked up the blanket and stuffed it in his backpack. He stood and got his bearings. Howard Street and Arena Parking. Yup. Been here before and probably will be again. He started walking towards Baltimore Street. The 7-Eleven should have some good stuff in their dumpster. As he walke...
Weekly Contest #74
The Mask Howard Seeley I woke up, as I do each day. There’s no bed to greet me, only the moss-covered floor I lay on. The coldness of the stone floor and damp air sucks the warmth from my limbs and leaves my joints crying in agony. Through all the pain, I rise to my feet. No one is there to greet me, no window to look out of, only an iron door faces me, with no way for me to unlock it. Through the darkness of the room, I tread to a corner and relieve my over swollen bladder. When I finish, I touch the wall in front of me and feel th...
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