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Weekly Contest #343
Gummy bears used to be my favorite snack. I’d ride in the backseat, staring at the back of my parents’ heads as the car would bounce and jolt as we bounded into the gas station. They used to buy family packs, and I would ensure that nobody else got any of the red bears except for me. Once, they let me sit in the car alone with the entire pack. By the time they had returned, which was over the course of maybe 3 minutes, all that was left was the gold and red lining of a bag that once held many delicious sugary treats. Later, I found myself ov...
Weekly Contest #341
My father was a strong man of many talents. Years before I was born, he was a circus performer, riding bulls and racing horses for a show. We have yellowed newspaper clippings of some of the times he would win his horse racing, "McDuffy Wins Again!", in a bold black headline. I would hear stories of how he and his many, many siblings would often beat the snot out of one another, my father loving to tell the story of how he once broken 2 of his brothers' noses in a single instance of fighting. My father would always laugh and laugh, our home ...
Weekly Contest #340
Jack Cannon2/5/2026 When I was young, I had a friend named Harvey who lived next door. We were the same age, going to the same school, and had the same favorite color, and in first grade, that makes you best friends. We would do everything together, from the walk to school, playtime on the playground, and we even walk home together. If one of us had something to do, we would always do it together. Harvey and I never got into too much trouble; we both had pretty strict parents growing up. My parents were more of the time-out and take away m...
“Dude, what is that thing?” Craig shrugged and opened his palm, revealing a cosmos in the center of his hand. Stars twinkle and glitter before flickering away. An ever-swirling collection of yellows, blues, and purples explodes before taking many various shapes and forms. It resembled the night sky above them, peeking through the treetops. The cosmos in his hand begins to morph, as if commanded by an unspoken force, into the shape of a teardrop. Jagged edges and a sharp, pointed tip almost resemble one half of those BFF necklaces found withi...
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