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Weekly Contest #351
A demigod of rock thrust his guitar pick down in one final stroke, and the Stratocaster screamed under the arena’s flashing strobes, a thunderous roll of drums finishing behind him. Uproarious applause exploded from the crowd. He gazed out at them, raking sweaty tendrils of hair from his face, letting the applause crash over him in staggered waves. In the light of the strobes, dozens of young women with Hollywood faces screamed at him, their eyes aglow with lust, hands groping at the stage.BEEP.He had played perfectly, and in that moment, he...
Shortlisted for Contest #204 ⭐️
In the end, Man destroyed the heavens and the earth.Man said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. It fell from the heavens and rose in mighty plumes and consumed the earth in fire, and a great poison swept across land and sea.And on that final day, Man ended his work which he had made. Thus did Man destroy nearly every living thing that moveth, and shroud the earth from the firmament, so that day and night were as one.And when the age of silence had passed and the earth had shed its poison, the ancient abominations – which God di...
Shortlisted for Contest #196 ⭐️
Jon Trevino sat at his computer doing his very favorite thing in the world: writing of adventures in his fictional world of Oaleth with his six-year-old son on his lap. Jon watched Henry read the paragraph he’d just typed, the boy’s delighted eyes scanning across the screen in the blue glow of the monitor. Teaching his young son to read had been the most fulfilling experience of Jon’s life. He felt that he’d instilled in Henry the same love of story and of fantasy that drove Jon to write, and having seen the boy devour the old children’...
Weekly Contest #189
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Soon it would be over, but in the meantime, I was treated to the strange and ponderous retelling of the story of my life. They say that your whole life flashes in front of your eyes before you die, but when you’re freezing to death at the roof of the world, it doesn’t work that way. Your life unwinds across your memory – all the heaping pile of it – but not in some colorful flash flood of sounds and images, starry and textured by the long decades of human experience. Nothin...
Weekly Contest #185
Post August 18 My dearest Cora, I don’t know how to begin. I’ve been staring at this blank page for the better part of an hour, I think. I tried everything to reach you and Rebecca before finally coming down here. I’m in the Jolesons’ old fallout shelter, under the hatch in the floor of their garage. You remember, don’t you? I suppose that if you’re reading this, you’ve reached the house and you already know all that. Please hurry. God, I pray that you’re both safe. I don’t know how I imagine this will reach you. I’m writing for the sa...
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