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Weekly Contest #373
It was 2 a.m. and Jackson bolted up in bed, disoriented from his slumber and the literal darkness in the bedroom. Unsure of why he awoke, Jackson tried to calm his beating heart by reminding himself that his nighttime stirrings increased whenever his wife, Abby, was away on business. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself but then heard what sounded like rustling papers downstairs. True panic set in as he grabbed the baseball bat he kept at his bedside and cautiously descended the stairs. His home office was to the right of the hallway ...
Weekly Contest #340
I have never understood holidays. The concept of putting a large group of family members together in one place for hours has always led to arguments, tears, swearing and loud slamming of doors and cabinets. I am often told how smart I am, but I guess I’m not intelligent enough to see the significance of such a gathering. I’ve heard my mom say, “We don’t choose our family, but we do have to put up with them,” or my dad say, “Next year, we go on a vacation instead of catering to these people.” Yet, every Thanksgiving, the same group enters our...
Weekly Contest #226
Weekly Contest #224
Euphoria, such a genius word to describe the type of happiness most people strive to attain. I am one of the lucky ones who experiences it daily. It would not seem so while waking up before dawn, the outside world still dark and quiet. There are parts of my day which do not seem very euphoric, especially when I first meet new people, but it never takes long for others to see why my job is better than it seems. Two years have passed since I began this job and journey. I can’t say I technically asked to do this, but when you’re specifically c...
Weekly Contest #223
Why am I the only one here? I never see any of my classmates studying anywhere, yet they all seem to be doing so well in their classes. This thought is how Juliet starts most of her library visits lately. Although not every person needs to study as intensely as she does, Juliet has been noticing more and more that the university library is usually empty. She can be there early in the morning, midday or late in the evening, yet no one is visibly there with her except a librarian busy doing whatever librarians do. The first time she realized ...
Weekly Contest #222
The cool, crisp autumn air seems to be swirling all around with leaves of red, orange and yellow encircling Tom as he is walking down Main Street in Higby Harbor. Ordinarily, a walk like this would invigorate him and open his mind to creative inspiration to fill him with excitement and motivation. Today, however, the coolness and light wind are only reminding Tom that three months have passed since he handed in his resignation and halted his steady, well-paying job as an electrical engineer. Having smartly saved the last few years, living f...
Weekly Contest #220
BOOM, CRACK, SIZZLE! With each thunderous clatter, Jeremy attempts to contort his tall, lithe body into a small ball, hoping to escape the intense storm overhead. It seems to have materialized within seconds. One minute he is walking home from the movies on what has been a rather dull, uneventful day and the next this weathering rage has forced Jeremy to swiftly maneuver himself down a small ravine and take refuge under the bridge connecting the more rural land with the town square of his home village, Bilksbury. The clouds emptying at a st...
Weekly Contest #219
“The Eye in the Sky” The clickety-clack of high heels strolling across the marble tile, the lobby attendant being ignored despite his nightly attempts to greet the residents, and the doorman stepping inside every so often to ward off the bone chilling temperatures this winter evening are just a few scenes unfolding. Nine p.m. and all is well, yet somewhat stimulating for George, as he peruses over the six CCTV screens in front of him. Conversing with himself out loud, as usual, his slumped stature transfers to a noble “back straight in the ...
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