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Weekly Contest #378
“Sophie, Sophie.” I hear someone calling my name in my dreams. No, not in my dreams. Someone is outside my tent. It’s Stephen. I look at my phone. Midnight. “What is it?” I answer, my mind still partly lost in the dream. “Will you let me in?” I pull down the zipper and see his radiant face, as if he had slept for nine hours in the comfortable bed of a luxury hotel. Handsome, just as he was when I met him six hours earlier at my campsite. His beard neatly trimmed, his smile revealing perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth. Over dinner, we...
Weekly Contest #377
Martha opened the front door and found a box as tall as her. It was so tall that she couldn’t even see the delivery guy behind it. “Good morning, Mrs. King! This is a gift from your daughter. Do you want me to bring it in?” the young man asked with a smile. “I guess so. I wasn’t expecting anything from her, but if it’s from my daughter, then I’ll take it,” Martha said and let the delivery guy in. “Awesome. Where can I put it?” “You can just leave it here near the entrance. Am I supposed to open it? What is it? A statue?” Martha asked, inspec...
Weekly Contest #376
The living room fan turns on the ceiling. It’s all I can sense from here, lying on my back on a hard, cold surface, as cold and lifeless as my body. My hands rest one over the other on my stomach. My eyes are closed, and yet something still lets me perceive everything around me, in a way that goes beyond the senses, a way I understand only now. The room smells of flowers. So many have arrived. People I haven’t seen in years have remembered me and sent the usual phrases. They probably asked the AI which condolences suited their relationship w...
Weekly Contest #375
On the way from home to school, there's an old abandoned warehouse. Mom told me it used to belong to the town's famous toy factory, and she even worked there when she was young. But then the factory went bankrupt, and everything was left just as it was. The building has been empty for years. Nobody ever wanted to buy it. The warehouse is made of red bricks, with big windows. Some of the glass is broken. It must have been the older kids, the ones in middle school, or maybe high school. Who knows how they did it. They probably came at night, w...
Weekly Contest #374
My parents are out of town this weekend! Are you guys up for something fun? Kate messaged in the Old Ladies WhatsApp group. None of them remembered why they had chosen that name year ago. “At least it’s going to last!” Ilaria had commented. Sleepover? Elyse replied. How old are you? Twelve? I’m thinking of something crazy! Kate texted back, adding the monkey-covering-its-mouth emoji. Kate's plan was simple. The four friends would meet at her place, order pizza, and then drive to a club thirty miles away. Afterward, they would all sleep at he...
Weekly Contest #373
"Did the police happen to call you?" Rick had asked at dinner. "The police? Why would the police call me?" Erin had replied, cutting into a piece of meat as tough as a shoe sole. "This morning, when I dropped the kids off, Linda told me one of the parents filed an anonymous report." "What does it say?" "That Linda dragged three small children to the bathroom, violently." "And she'd do that in front of a parent? That seems strange." "No. A five-year-old told her parents at home." "Maybe she exaggerated. Remember Charlotte's friend Kim, who sa...
Weekly Contest #372
The moka pot rumbled, and the smell of Italian dark-roast coffee reached Angela's nostrils. The church bell sounded twice. Angela poured the coffee into the espresso cup she'd brought back from her trip to Italy, from her grandparents' hometown. She had never been a good sleeper. For as long as she could remember, she'd suffered from insomnia. Her anxiety always found a good reason to wake her a few hours after she'd fallen asleep. This is the night I wake up and it's not dark outside, she told herself the evening before. She was wrong. She ...
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