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Weekly Contest #80
Children are always watching. That’s the unfortunate truth that Ned Landry faced on the Tuesday afternoon that would forever be known as “9/11”. It was hard enough for a man in his late twenties to comprehend the horrors of the world, watching his perception of life come crumbling down like a building in New York’s skyline. He, like everyone else that day, was glued to his television set from the moment the second plane made impact. He watched, like everyone else, trying to make sense of it all, not believing his own eyes. Images of pe...
Weekly Contest #77
The cabin was still. Jonathan Squire sat near a crackling fireplace, a stiff drink in one hand, and a good book in the other. Sitting across from him on an antique coffee table was his black Smith Corona typewriter. Next to it, a stack of blank pages. Cold wind howled all around the quaint cottage that he chose to confine himself to every winter. As the air blew, Jonathan detected a kind of breath-like quality to it, like the inexperienced cries of a newborn baby. It seemed to be trying to communicate something to him. Perhaps it was jus...
Weekly Contest #56
Janet Sheldon lay in the hospital bed, dozing in and out of consciousness. She had just spent several hours performing the most laborious action that her body would ever undertake. After all the screaming, crying, and chaos, the only thing in the world that mattered now was the well-being of her son. It was now early in the morning, and all of Janet's family and friends had gone home hours before. Even her husband was at the house now, and had promised to pick her and the baby up in the morning. As Janet lay awake, she listened to the sound...
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