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Weekly Contest #361
They say plants grow because we feed them and the sun does her part but is that all there is to it? But how does one find out if a plant channels what each gardener feels? Of course there is the scientific method of attaching wires or plugging in measuring devices, but a fair few disregard those findings. Elmira Ferndale wasn’t a measure-plants type, as she wanders through life. Free to nurture any sickly plant from the back of her nineteen sixties Dodge A100 mobile home. Unfortunately for two years she had previously been trapped like a cag...
Weekly Contest #327
Shimmering light illuminates the dark wooden fence that encloses the garden as Mr. Jones pulls his bulked torso out of his car. The lit jack-o’-lantern grimaces at the black cat above, while the ghoulish orange highlights the broad shoulders of the human moving into the back garden and nearer to Tiddles, who meows a sentence or two.With a red face and hair sticking out, Mr. Jones yells, “You said what about my wife?”Tiddles is licking his paw while his back leg scratches behind his ear. “I said every Friday night your lady wife wears her plu...
Weekly Contest #301
After finishing the document, she left it in the print queue for her personal assistant and switched off her laptop. Her mouth is cold, and she longs for the warmth of an anthropoid crimson to warm her. Walking past her personal assistant’s desk, she sticks a post-it note there so she can print and send the letter in the morning. Miss Vera Le Claire goes beyond the security barrier while she messages her restaurant to book her favourite table.A street light highlights her pale complexion, as she causes a shadow in its path and slips into the...
Weekly Contest #299
Grateful for the lights on the way home Stacey could sometimes see faces pushing to get out of the wall of the subway. Always hurrying along so no one could see her wide-eyed one second silent scream each time. One Friday night Stacey is mumbling to herself on the tube train home after being fired from her temp job. The creepy boss has sacked her after she declined his hand on her knee. Yelling at personnel for taking his side she is lifted to the pavement with two months salary as a 'goodwill gesture'. “What a pay off!” Her mumbling got a ...
Weekly Contest #295
Walking down the lane with her best friend Minta, Maisy wonders about coincidence, particularly when she isn’t looking, but jumps over the mud puddle instinctually. “That’s handy, or my socks would have been full of slugs and mud if I hadn’t missed it.”Minta rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky, that’s all. Many witches are these days.” “I don’t think my dad dying while sneezing on a firework is lucky, actually quite the opposite. What about my mum getting her lower teeth wedged in her upper lip just because she ticked me after lunch last Saturday?...
They say a lamp post is the beacon to all when you have forgotten where you have come from or where you are going. But how does one get to that beacon in the first place? Margaret Grimes wonders while reading her second story of Practical Magic In Everyday Life. A mouse appears from under her bed but Margaret doesn’t scream as he is her pet and rather good and sniffing out lamp posts, but not so good and avoiding trouble.“It’s here again at the end of the garden. Tap your left foot three times and spin twice from your left, clockwise, and th...
Shaping human traits and behaviours versus the contributions of genetics means MotherCorp became the founder of a society that tested the haves and the have nots.What started out as a lab test of painless death grew, by 3055, to a manipulated society governed purely by what government-controlled media told people in their news link app on their hand.Watching the reel, two seven-year-old girls travel to their new home. MotherCorp put Cass and Joy in the same Marshall family. However, they gave them different news links and vastly different re...
Shaping human traits and behaviours versus the contributions of genetics means MotherCorp became the founder of a society that tested the haves and the have nots.What started out as a lab test of easy death grew, by 3055, to a manipulated society governed purely by what government-controlled media told people in their news link app on their hand. Watching the reel, two girls travel to their new home. MotherCorp put Cass and Joy in the same Marshall family. However, they gave them different news links and vastly different rewards for positive...
Weekly Contest #292
Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Mum made pancakes!” or “CRASH! We decided to adopt a Golden Retriever!”CRASH started my day when the force of smoke curled its nasty claws around my Saturday morning lie in and throttled it. Along with the pushed over lilac bookcase next to me. Yep, you guessed it, a smear of glitter was all that’s left of my snow globe that my Nanna got me on her final birthday. “Julie, what are you doing up there? Herding elephants?”Mum can’t see this mess from down...
Weekly Contest #291
In this land, he was a foreigner, far from home. Confused by the storm, lights behind him split either side of gnarled roots, highlighting his position. A tiny round light flew up behind the clouds. The storm raged, confusing him; behind him, the erratic flashes of lightning split either side of the woody roots entwined misshapen, their shadows causing heat on the back of his sodden neck.Welcome darkness in front of him soothed him in so he ran. Gasping to breathe while blinking iced water away, he wiped his dripping hair from his vision wit...
Weekly Contest #289
"Come on Jasper time for walkies," says Cass. The fluffy honey coloured tail brushes past her bare leg as Jasper ruffs his excitement. "Park time boy. I can't wait to stretch my legs this fine Saturday after finishing my photo assignment for the paper yesterday. Now what shall I wear today. Keeping my legs bare to catch some rays might be nice." "Ruff, ruff," barks Jasper.“Okay boy, let's give you breakfast then run over into the park to take some photos." &nb...
Weekly Contest #284
Romeo, in the tomb, takes poison, dying as he kisses Juliet. As Friar Lawrence enters the tomb, Juliet awakes to find Romeo lying dead. Frightened by a noise, the Friar flees the tomb. Juliet kills herself with Romeo's dagger. A black hooded figure enters and sees two young useful humans who she can use for her own mischief. Lifting her black gnarled wand the witch raises them both from death to be her puppets with full loving hearts. Their suffering will be my joy.Her black cloak flaps around her as she speaks."Conjur them up, hold them dow...
Weekly Contest #282
"Maybe time is a shell and we float along it?" Mabel says. John looks through the glass to the smoke environment where long black suckers curl around static inkwells. He breathes in through his hazmat environmental suit while he watches Mabel, the mother of his child. She breathes in the modified air because she has pressed the red button. But she cannot remember what choosing it means. "How do you know that? Are you guessing?" John asks. Mabel shakes her head and her blue eyes drench to black to show she is communicating with the visitors. ...
Weekly Contest #275
He is craving it again and wonders if the pesky dragon will visit to keep an eye on his ferry for the dead while he nips through the barrier House doorway to get one. “Ferryman, we are new arrivals and we have our gold coin.”A round blonde woman tugs at her top to try and cover up the hole in her stomach. “Put your coin in the sack and mind your step as you get on my boat to paradise. It takes me a while as I take two at a time. One year I had a whole battalion of roman soldiers who wanted to travel together. What a headache that was. But I ...
Weekly Contest #270
(Sensitive content: implied burning bodies nil in-progress description, implied sexual attack with no in-progress description.) For those who crave love more than life itself a glance from the object of her desire is a tiny speck of hope. So Lee Lui Lin thinks, as she walks through the village kicking the sand path on her sixteenth birthday to buy herself a gift in the market. By her eighteenth, her hope of love has grown to melancholy when the man she loves meets the object of his affection in secret.“We should marry without telling her and...
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