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Weekly Contest #376
There’s as little life left in me as there’s Nutella left at the bottom of the jar in my fridge. I’m not a corpse yet, but soon I’ll be one. Hell, there’s no difference at the moment. I am! This is not the way I’ve always intended to go. A lone defective black-eyed bean in a sieve, log-limbed, knock-teethed, mascara-cheeked, crimson-nosed, fuzzy-haired, one-earringed; deaf in the right ear, blind in the one banjo-eyed socket. The sweaty body odor in this place can’t out-oppress that of the wet rust as of yet. He keeps checking the lime-infec...
Weekly Contest #374
Michael Freshcomb broke into this party where I was coercively being hazed and saved me. “No, man! No tail wagging. I don’t even know you. Halie Field asked me to. She’s sweet on you, if you cared to know,” he said after I was ensconced around a safe corner. Mirabeau-like, he talked the hazers to just drop it. And they miraculously did! That was my introduction to Michael Freshcomb. There was also Dan Farncombe, whom I never saw in school before. He came over to me, a few days after Freshcomb saved me. “Hello, Said. Dan Farncombe. Your savio...
Weekly Contest #373
CW: Sexual assault involving a minor You no longer can tell if it’s night or day in our house. We now dwell like shadows in it, oppressed by a damp-wood odor. We had taped all the shades, mother and I. All we needed now was Aunt Mattie Fae to come rescue us from the dark (We’ve just seen August: Osage County on TV and we both cried). I don’t expect mother to break her silence one night, when the two of us are at the dinner table, to give me a ‘truth-telling’ speech. My mother is no Violet. How I hunger for the truth even if it means hurt. “...
Weekly Contest #371
So that red light was a Coca-Cola sign after all, his heart cheered triumphantly. A Coca-Cola sign meant he had reached civilization. It meant that his mechanical night journey down the seemingly endless dark country road had reached a pleasant stop. The radiant sign was the only source of illumination in the place. The sweet taste of the cold bottles of Coke exhibited itself then and there. But why is this gas station plunged in darkness except for… he murmured to himself. The red sign gave him reassurance and he did not care why. Shortly h...
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