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Weekly Contest #347
“Today's the day!” His voice echoed throughout the house. “Everyone, get up! Today is the day.” Lights were turned on throughout the house as the excited man pronounced over and over that today was the day. “All this hard work. All this sacrifice. Today is the day!” His announcement was slowly drowned out as the water from the faucet gave him a hug and muted his excitement. It would have been quiet enough for the residents to sleep, but that was all an illusion because as soon as the water stopped, the man started right back up! “Let’s go!” ...
Weekly Contest #321
The silhouettes of the old magician and his longtime assistant dance as the dim light flickers on the stage. The show was over, the curtain was called, but they stayed on stage with one light as they reminisced over the amazing timeline they experienced in their career. The phrase “Do you remember?” echoed throughout the auditorium, only being disrupted by the outbreak of laughter. Finally, one of the two decides to present a stopping point. “You know it’s getting late. You should probably get some rest before tomorrow’s show.” “Nah, I'd ra...
Weekly Contest #258
The wind became stagnant under its wings as the keen sight of a hunter watched in anticipation for the flight pattern to conclude. A gentle breeze exits the hunter’s lips as he prepares his trap. The target then unknowingly plants itself right where the hunter desires. Everything in the universe freezes as the hunter launches his net to capture not the perceived visual target, but to capture the once uncatchable target, time. The wind returns as the wings flutter away, not knowing that a piece of her was caught in the hunter’s trap. The hunt...
Weekly Contest #250
(Based on a true story) The routine morning music penetrated through the sheetrock as the wall between the adjoining bathrooms held no secrets. Andrew turned off the shower water as he bobbed his head to music that was penned years before he floated in the sea hidden inside his mother. As he erased the waters from his skin, he closed his eyes for a moment as he imagined himself back in time dancing to the sweet melodies of the Motown empire. He considered that music to be pure, and would let it penetrate his soul over any modern beat. But h...
Weekly Contest #215
3 years ago, I was a doctor. I absolutely loved every bit of it. Everyone in the town came to my practice. I admit, it wasn’t a very big town. So compared to top doctors in those enormous cities, I would have a significant amount less than them. But still, I had an ample amount of patients come thru. And I can brag that they loved me so much that no one opted for the big city for any procedure. My office stayed rumbling with the sounds of the townsfolk. If a baby was due to be born, I was the OB-GYN and the Pediatrician. I was the cardiologi...
Weekly Contest #214
A bead of sweat weaved through the thinning forest on my head as the reason for my personal eclipse waned away. “Wow,” was all I could utter as my breath took its time to rebound. But as it returned, the eclipse did also. “Wow indeed,” the eclipse said as they sought to resuscitate my lungs with mouth to mouth. It failed to bring my breath back rapidly, but the residue on my lips gave me life. As I attempted to seek recycled air for my lungs, my head turned to view the sky turning orange. “We have to see the sunset,” I told my partner...
Weekly Contest #212
Dear future family, I write this with the hope that this reaches my grandchildren of the future. I’m not sure which one of my children will be your direct line to me, but I would hope when you read this letter both sides of the family can gather together and read it. Maybe you can read it after supper or right after church. You could even read a few scriptures before or after. I know that would make me and Maddie so happy. And if we are gone home to be with the lord by then, we will be dancing in heaven watching y’all read. I can imagine you...
Weekly Contest #211
“Have you seen the librarian?” Isaiah asked a fellow visitor in the library. After a brief inspection, the other guest shook his head indicating he agreed that the librarian was M.I.A. That was until a blur was seen running across the back of the library. “Wait, I think I see her,” Isaiah said as he started his way toward the anomaly. “Excuse me, are you the librarian?” he asks to the lady standing in the corner. She turns and flashes Isaiah a brilliant smile. “Why yes I am. You can call me Ana. How are you today?” “I’m great. I was wonderin...
Weekly Contest #156
He stared at the circulating propellors that rotated opposite to the ticking clock prepared to awaken him from his trance. “I don’t want to get up,” he grumbles as he turns to view a beam pinpointing the very reason he desired to stay in bed. He smiles as his mind takes snapshots of the auburn angel sharing his realm. A constant gentle breeze was heard proceeding from her nostrils as the securely wrapped covering portrayed her impeccable anatomy. Her lips remained unlocked and arched in a position that enticed the gentleman to connect his li...
Weekly Contest #154
“David! David!” That bellowing voice you hear echoing through the hallway is my dad. I don’t know what he wants. He probably wants me to get something for him. You know how fathers do. I think it’s a power thing. For instance, ‘ come in here and get the remote.’ Or ‘ hand me my phone that is sitting across the table from me. Or the ultimate power move, ‘bring me the toilet paper while I have this bathroom door open so you can smell all my scent.’ Oh my goodness, it is the absolute worst. But, we still love them.I especially love my dad....
Weekly Contest #153
“Go talk to Mr.Kirby” This phrase had become a staple in the halls of Jennings High School over the past 7 years. Anytime a deranged juvenile fashions a fist, “Go talk to Mr. Kirby.” If a perplexed minor questioned life, “go talk to Mr. Kirby.” If an aggrieved adolescent gate burst to release a raindrop, “go talk to Mr. Kirby.” Mr. Kirby was the state-renowned, award-winning, school counselor that JHS was blessed to include on the payroll. Top-ranked schools, universities, and established academia all sought the coveted prize of hav...
Weekly Contest #152
“I can see it now,” Ms. Ray says as she stands over her defiant pupil. “What? a sea full of white?” “No Violet. Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful masterpiece.” Violet smirks at the optimistic teacher, whose sight was not aligned with hers. “Ok, mom. I’m ready to go. This teacher is losing her mind,” Violet says as she looks beyond the vacant canvas to see a familiar face. “Hush girl. I’m working on my masterpiece over here,” Violet’s mother replies as she stays focused on her more colorful canvas. “Oh my gosh. Everyone in here is cra...
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