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Weekly Contest #365
Tendrils The rumor starts in the book club group last week. Not about me. About my husband. I joined the group to learn, to explore, to invest in my creative future. Now I’m vested to prove them wrong.The Tuesday night book club tantrums are led by Tiny Pirate Tara and Tipsy Don’t Touch Me Tim. Last week, a tantalizing, zinger-fueled conversation about true romance leads to them asking my honest thoughts. I may have told them things.“Give me one good reason to trust you?” I ask.According to Suck On Reality Soup of the Day Sandy, my husband ...
Weekly Contest #349
Code Orange I slide my phone out from under June’s stuffed bunny when Dale calls. The tan bunny that smells of grape juice, my co-pilot for today.“This is Joe. How can I help you, Dale?”“Where are you?”“Leaving the grid station. Why?”“I need you to turn around. Joe, there’s been an accident. An attack. We need you to turn the grid off.”“I’m heading back to the station. Accident? What attack?”“An explosion. The Manner Block, downtown Boston. Joe, we need you to turn it off before it cascades. Before we lose more lives. How far are you?”“Do I ...
Weekly Contest #347
Campsite Serial Killers “Delaware Sheriffs department, what’s your emergency?” she said.“They trying to kill me.” I whispered.“Sir, can you speak up? Who is trying to kill you?”“Negative. Send a deputy, right now. I’m begging you. They trying to kill me.”“Sir, are you someplace safe. Can you speak up?”I pushed the phone tighter to my ear, hoping she can hear me better.“They were outside last night.”“Sir, what is your location. Can you get someplace safe?” she asked. The click of the keyboard in her background.“I’m…um at…A1 site. The Alum Cre...
TW: Gentle note — this story includes themes of emotional abuse and metaphorical gun imagery. Please take care while reading. Wiki and the Pedia Searches I shot a gun today. No. Not a real one. I was fully loaded. Loaded with everything I’d swallowed for thirty years. I was curious about it. What a gun really is. In search for a definition, the search engine explained it perfectly. What a gun is. A device. One that propels special projectiles using pressure. Better described. Explosive force. That’s a better way to describe it. Explosive. Wh...
Weekly Contest #344
Spirit Present The air shifts in the office with the scrape of Jacob Marley’s chains sliding across the wood floor behind us. The gold box thumps down with a thud, landing at his feet as he wrestles the papers in hand.“Mister Dickens sent the orders down.” Mister Marley said.We don’t break our daily routine. Studying the files spread wide atop the table. The who’s who and what we are to do.Jacob Marley tosses the file on top the pile. One quick glance, his name, an icy shiver slides down my spine. I slide it to the side holding my attention ...
Weekly Contest #338
Book Club Robber I pat at my hip where it always sits and clutched my bag tighter to my side.I can see through the glass, a normal crowd for a Thursday.I already know I don’t have to yell. A whisper does just fine if they can’t read the note. I’m sure they will smile at the picture I drew this time. It helps I have a beautiful smile. The men swoon when I flash it their way. “She’s a keeper” is what they always say when they see it. I’ll put that on a little extra today.The low music greets my ears as I step inside. I glance to the left, alwa...
Weekly Contest #300
TW: Contains themes of domestic violence and emotional abuseI got in my car,A quarter past five.I had to go,I needed to drive.Someplace to be,A place no one knows.I had to hide,I had to go.It was dark when I left,I watched the sunrise.Dark reds and pinks,The sky filled my eyes.I needed to run away,A place to hide.Away from her words,Afraid, I don't deny.It happened again,A repeat, you see.A scuffle again,She was mad at me.As I drove, my thoughts,They did wander to no end.How much I messed up,I couldn't pretend.That little redhead,Stood a lit...
Weekly Contest #294
Bringing life to the trees and the flowers that be. I am me, a me you will see. The power I hold. The power of one. The power I hold. The death if I am gone. As nature starts to sing, life begins to be. With the break of day, giving way. A swoop and a dart, the day I must start. Awakened to the need, the task to complete. The scurry and scatter, the things that matter.To and fro, away I go.Much to do, with little time. Much to do in this survival of mine. Never a smile, yet joy in the heart. Extracting life, a skill that is art.Floating...
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