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Weekly Contest #341
(*Name has been changed to protect real identity) It was her.I hadn’t seen Wendy Black* since my high school crush days and there she was on the Trax train traveling downtown. She still had curly, light brown hair, perfect lips, a slightly almond shaped face, and blue laughing eyes that drew me in like a moth to a hundred-watt incandescent bulb. Her hair went down almost to her elbows, thick and flowing.She was wearing a white and dark brown striped blouse, with cherry red lipstick, while she talked on the phone. New blue jeans covered he...
Weekly Contest #338
David closed the book as I watched, the spine glue cracking and the pages fluttering. He avoided looking at me.After a moment I couldn’t take it any longer.“Well?” I tried not to sound like I was begging.“It’s...uh, it lays it out there.”“It’s too much,” I groaned.I reached for it but he gathered it up and suddenly stood.“You want me to give it to Tom?”“I did, but now I want to wait. It’s too much, isn’t it?” I uttered.He started walking to the door. Worry struck me like a pillow fight to my back. Maybe some things should not be shared with ...
Weekly Contest #310
Congratulations! Your book is published! A smile cracked across John’s face. Sure, it was self published on Amazon, but he’d spent close to five years and three months writing, editing, rewriting—and crying, which he won’t admit, to get it finished. He’d also done it without using AI.Now it was out there.John clicked through the menu and found the marketing options. He’d budgeted enough for a modest marketing campaign and he’d planned it out so that it all hit at once. When that was finished he pulled up his socials on his phone and put out ...
Weekly Contest #306
To:team@horror-onix.comFrom:Ryan@horror-onix.comMonday, 9:01 AMSubject: Welcome aboard Hey everyone! It’s difficult to deal with the departure of our story lead, Angie, who has moved on to the next adventure. I know this is all sudden, but I have full confidence in all of you. I’m certain you’ll join me in welcoming Cammie as story lead. She comes highly recommended and has tons of great experience especially since she’s a published author with six horror books. Let’s give her a warm welcome! RyanVP Horror-Onix, LTD Monday, Aug 3; 10:17 a...
Weekly Contest #305
“What number is this?” I asked as I stretched out on the poolside chair. My kit sat next to me, wrapped up in a white towel.“Does it matter?” the female voice over comms said.Of course it mattered. I’d been stuck in Cuba for almost eighteen months tracking a drug lord. It sounds like a vacation, but it’s not. Cuba is a horrible place to live. Bottled water, cold showers, questionable food, and spotty power at the house I lived in. Work was supposed to be interesting. Not tedious and soul crushing boredom.The man we were tracking, Juan Carlos...
Weekly Contest #272
Angie walked into the greenhouse and found her boss, Lisa, working at a large table where they sorted the seeds they grew. She was a curious type of character with tattoos on her face and she claimed she studied alternative beliefs, like witchcraft. But Angie had accepted it as some who was simply different and she had no place to judge. Angie's body ached and complained from unloading bags of fertilizer and compost from the box truck. She needed to go home and sit in a nice hot bath and do nothing all weekend. But it was almost quitting ti...
Weekly Contest #260
“Hold.” Maximus' voice rang out and echoed down the cave. “Bring up the rangers.”Two burly, black bearded men moved forward. They cautiously approached the wide stairs and examined them for traps. Mary Anesh accompanied them, one step behind, providing her mage light.Ewol peered down the dark expanse, watching as the men disarmed an explosive series of traps. They'd traveled treacherous mountain terrain for two months to find this place.It was amazing to watch them work. Ewol wanted to be like them. To protect Prince Maximus, the Hero,...
Weekly Contest #253
The first rule was to never stop time. You weren't selected to join unless you had impeccable morals. The power we held was...incredible. There's seventeen of us, at least so I'm told, scattered around the world. I've only met Rashim, the one who recruited me. That was seven years ago...or was it eight? “Dr. Melrois, room seven has the pneumonia case. Young child.” “Thank you, Evi,” I said as I picked up the clipboard. I had established this clinic in Suri...
Weekly Contest #251
It had been a terrible mistake to come here.Todd sat on a log next to the trail and surveyed the forest. It had taken hours to reach the northern Allegheny Forest of Pennsylvania from Washington D.C. He should have used this time to work on diplomatic relations, with the whole world on the brink of war.“Regrets?” Samantha said next to him.“Not yet,” he replied. “But the day is young.”The leafy canopy created a blanket of mottled shadows on the dense green floor of the forest. The air was fresh and fragrant—a far cry from the stuffy offices o...
Weekly Contest #249
Ryan slammed on the brakes, causing his car to scratch to a halt on the dirt road.He'd just tried to navigate his '99 Honda through a washed out part of the road, twisting the steering wheel left and right in an attempt to dodge the rocks. But he'd hit something and it made a heavy thud which shook everything.Please don't be leaking. He begged as he put the car in park. I'm in my nice slacks.He retrieved his cell phone off the floor of the passenger side and climbed out to assess the damage.“I'm late for my interview!” He complained out loud...
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