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Weekly Contest #363
“Why are you standing in the rain?” asked the cop.“Because I’m a character that’s part of a writing prompt contest,” said the bony man. I didn’t exist five minutes ago, and when folks are done reading this, I won’t exist again. But let me ask you a question—Officer Flugalmen—is it?"“No, it’s Flugamen—the L is silent.”“Well, that sounds like a bit of unnecessary exposition if you ask me,” said the bony man. 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, doin...
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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