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Weekly Contest #369
The boy sat in the paneled office, along with his parents, listening to the reading of the will. He yawned. While he liked his grandfather, there was nothing in the will for him—until the attorney came to the last item.“Finally, to my grandson, Thomas Bernard, who loves video games and hates to write, I bequeath my 1956 Smith Corona Sterling typewriter. I trust he will find the machine in good working order, and have included two extra ribbons and one ream of manuscript paper.”With that, twelve-year-old Thomas rolled his eyes, slouched, and ...
Weekly Contest #367
“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the old man.“I’m burning down this bridge,” said the boy, as he emptied a can of kerosene on the railroad ties.“Stop or I’m calling the police.”“Y’all call the cops, Simon, and I’ll jump.”“You’re making a bad decision, son. You need to think about the consequences.”With that, the boy struck a match, tossed it, and the kerosene flared.“Come over here, son,” shouted the man.He lunged for the boy, missed, and fell over the edge—it was a hundred feet or more down to the creek bedrock.The boy peered over the edge,...
Weekly Contest #365
Eddy Delfuego arrived in the world at 8:13 am on a Monday. Precisely at that moment, good angel #111 smiled from above. At the same time, from far below, bad angel #57 snickered. Now that you know their names, we may abbreviate or use only their numbers as the story unfolds.Anyhow, simultaneously the assignment parchments of both angels displayed a single name: Eddy Delfuego.Now the funny thing about good angels and bad angels is that everybody had a job to do. These two had competed for souls before, and the rivalry favored good with an imp...
Weekly Contest #363
“Why are you standing in the rain?” asked the cop.“Because I’m a character in a writing prompt contest, and it's required," said the bony man. “I didn’t exist five minutes ago, and after folks read this, I won’t exist again. But let me ask you a question—Officer Flugalman—is it?”“No, it’s Flugaman—the L is silent.”“Well, that sounds like unnecessary exposition if you ask me. But at any rate, what are you doing in my story?”“What am I doing in your story? What makes you think this is your story? I’m a cop, doing my job, patrolling the streets...
Weekly Contest #361
Wednesday’s ChildBy Jeff RonaySummer vacation was almost over. And in a few days, he’d be back at school. But let me begin at the beginning.Ignatius Mackelroy was, by all appearances, a normal high school freshman living in Terre Haute, Indiana. How normal? Well, he played shortstop on his Little League team, had a crush on the brown-eyed girl who sat next to him in homeroom, and had just passed his temporary driver’s license. He built model rockets and had a small refracting telescope, which he used to gaze at the moon.He lived in a modest ...
Weekly Contest #354
Es Tut Mir Leid (I'm Sorry)By Jeff RonayHe was in trouble. The two rifle-bearing MPs blocking his entrance to the building after he’d parked his faded Chevy pickup sent a clear signal: he’d been caught. Still, he supposed this was better than being burned at the stake in 1692.“Nick, Colonel LaCross wants to see you,” said the lead MP. “Follow me.”He was escorted to the conference room and seated across from two men: Colonel Mark LaCross and Doctor Burns.“That’ll be all, Sergeant,” said LaCross.The MPs left, slamming the door.Nick shivered at...
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