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Weekly Contest #308
Pastor John drove into the parking lot early that morning. His mind was full of the to-do list of the day as he slid into his parking spot and removed his driving equipment of sunglasses and fingerless gloves. He liked the feel of the gloves on the wheel when he drove anywhere. He believed that more people would wear them if they tried them. The sunglasses were only worn when the day was exceptionally bright. He would rather just see the world as it is. He exited the vehicle and, after throwing the keys into his pocket, strode towards the c...
Weekly Contest #282
Charley sat in his living space looking out at the silent flakes of snow falling past the small window of his basement suite. Some of it got caught in the only branch of the fir tree he could see but most of it ended in the drift against the window-well edge, slowly piling up to increasingly hide the world outside. “If this keeps up,” thought Charley, “Soon I will no longer be able to see much of anything from this place in my world.” The lonely tears forming in Charley’s eyes added to the progressive obscurity. The few bulbs of colored ligh...
Weekly Contest #273
The saints began to trickle in. Old Mrs. Robinson was a widow from two years into a sweet marriage but has lived alone for the last 47 years. She was making tea and coffee. Peter Frampton (no relation) had also come early and had helped set up the chairs in the rented community hall, ostensibly for the so-called social gathering. Anthony Fresco, a middle-aged bachelor and old-school gentleman, was greeting everyone at the door with a big smile and overwhelming gestures of bowing and addressing the members of the congregation by name and with...
Weekly Contest #212
The Epistle of Paul to the Present Church Chapter 1 1. Paul, a servant of Jesus Christ, called to be an apostle by the will of God and separated according to the effective working of His power amongst the Gentiles 2. scattered throughout the world, to bear witness of the grace and love of the Father revealed in Jesus Christ, His Son, 3. To the present Church, beloved by God and called into fellowship with Him and each other for the eternal purpos...
Weekly Contest #44
What is this place!? The room was enormous, but John couldn’t know that by looking at it for it was filled with a deep dusk that defied registration on his senses. His eyes could not penetrate through this … stuff. Neither could listening for echoes be used to discern the largeness of the room because there were not any of those. None of the normal ways of knowing were ready to volunteer any information beyond the bare minimums of perception and any way of pushing them tow...
Weekly Contest #43
The pancake-shaped spacecraft careened to a stop, up against an uneven hump in the middle of a stretch of featureless fall tundra of a foreign planet. Blag finally let his long-held breath out in a sigh of utter relief. It had been a timeless, harrowing descent to the planet with no sure outcome at the end. It was fortunate for Blag that this particular planet had been sensed by the few instruments left functional when the warning lights were the only illumination left in the cockpit after the explosion. Blag had read the m...
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