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Weekly Contest #377
CW: Road violence “What the fuck is this guy’s problem?” I said aloud, for no apparent reason. It wasn’t like my six-month-old daughter had much of an opinion of the driver, riding my ass. I flipped open my phone and dialed 9-1-1. He flashed his high beams at me, which, paired with the colorful sunset, made me feel as if my astigmatism would explode my eyeballs. He shouted out his window at me something I couldn’t fully hear but was glad my kid wouldn’t understand, nonetheless. “Hi, um, I’m in the middle of a road rage incident.” “Can you t...
Weekly Contest #362
“So, do you take all of your first dates to your work?” She asked as she looked around the closed sandwich shop. The limited seating area was at the same time clean and heavily used; the decor hadn’t changed in over a decade. Glow from the kitchen lights accentuated a coating of dust on the very top of the beverage machine. A.J. pulled a hoagie bun from a bag and sliced it open. “Just the special ones,” he said with a smirk. “Lucky you.” “Lucky me,” Shiloh said, reiterating. “Bonus points for you.” “You are scoring me on my sandwich skills?”...
Weekly Contest #360
As he appeared in the doorway, the grim reaper flicked the tip of his cigarette and tucked what was left of it behind his ear, under the black stocking cap covering his pale, bald head before stepping further inside the dimly lit, yet gentrified bar. He didn’t say he was the grim reaper, but I was quite certain despite not being able to articulate why. His skin was nearly without pigment and his eyes were sunken in. I sat my beer down and glanced at him again, without moving my eyes, and saw his dirty black work boots, faded blue jeans and t...
Weekly Contest #359
THEN. “Bro, let me see your phone. I want to see what this dating app shit is about,” Collin said as he snatched it out of Lukas’s hands, knowing he couldn’t move quick enough from the tilted back recliner with his toes raised up as high as his head. “Fine. Swipe right for yes, left for no.” “Easy. I got this.” Collin glanced at the first picture and quickly flicked to the left. “I’ll find you someone, you just wait.” “What was wrong with her?” Lukas asked, then yawned. “Bad vibes. Too many dudes with her at the beach in that picture. She’s...
Weekly Contest #358
“Hey, thanks for coming in,” a voice shouted amid loud shuffling from a storage room behind the checkout counter. “I’ll be with you in just a minute.” Tulip looked around Movie Vault wondering what kind of person buys physical media, let alone comes into such a dusty, depressing cave to add to their collection. The floor seemed as if it had never been vacuumed and the entire space smelled like it had been damp once in the 1980’s and had never dried out since. A corner room past the counter had an ‘adults only’ handwritten sign taped above th...
Weekly Contest #355
“Honey, she’s lovely. You two should come eat dinner with us. It’s just us and Pastor Palmer. You know Pastor Palmer. I even made lasagna. You love my lasagna. Come in and eat before you two go out,” his mom rambled. “We have reservations,” Chris lied, knowing full well there isn’t a restaurant within fifty miles popular enough to require dinner reservations on a Tuesday night. He leaned into his lie and added, “I’m trying to impress her, Mom. We’re going to a fancy place up in Bellemare.” Marie rounded the corner without hesitation. “I’m ju...
Weekly Contest #351
Tick, tick, tick. The first time I saw it, I was still rather young. It lured me with a smile, not unlike being offered candy from a van. Friendly and inviting, it sat with me each day and couldn't pass the days fast enough. I couldn’t wait for Christmas, and on each day of the advent calendar, the anticipation built. My brother and I waited with excitement, and when I finally noticed it watching me, it certainly didn’t scare me. I wanted it there with us immediately. When summer was coming and the school year’s end was near, it felt far awa...
Weekly Contest #350
1. “Alright, class, let’s finish up our artwork so we can move on to snack time,” Ms. Johnson says. “We need to finish if you want to have time for show and tell.” I keep talking to my friends and show them my artwork. I painted a picture of my house and my dog. My mom is going to hang it on the fridge at home, I think. Richard painted a scary bear, and Stacy painted flowers. Sometimes, we write swear words on our art projects and then paint over them so Ms. Johnson can’t see. One time, she caught Richard writing swear words, took it from hi...
Weekly Contest #349
My rifle is getting heavier, and I’m not sure if it actually is, or if my body is getting weaker each day. It’s my dad’s .308 deer rifle. I only took it because we had more ammo left for that than I did for my .270, and while it took a bit for me to get used to shooting it, we are six days in and I’m getting the hang of it. Too bad it’s so damn heavy. I think he’d be happy I’m using it. He always thought my zombie movies were stupid and I’d joke that I was studying for when it actually happened. Little did he know how close that was to the t...
Weekly Contest #348
1. As I sat at the bar, I slowly realized I had no idea how I got there or what I had done the rest of the morning, leading up to my first few sips of beer. I looked at the bartender and asked, “How long have I been sitting here?” “Ten o’ five, I barely got the fucking doors open when you walked in,” she said in her grizzly tone. “Well, could I get another pint then, please?” I asked. I saw the sign for bar pizzas and the jug of pickled turkey gizzards. “Do you serve breakfast here?” “I can fry ya an egg,” she said. “Two then, please,” I req...
She was doing very little to grab my attention intentionally, but impact often outweighs intent. Her hair was straight and still a little wet from her shower shortly before and an oversized t-shirt seemed to be the perfect sort of outfit to join a neighborly fall bonfire, but I was hooked, nonetheless. She continued to talk to me, but I had a difficult time focusing on her words as I stared across the flames at her face. Her name was Alicia and she lives with Cassie, that much I gathered. I passed her the Pringles. “What’s your major?” I ask...
Weekly Contest #347
“Alright everybody, we are going to close with our prayer circle,” Geoff the youth pastor said and turned off the overhead lights to bring down the energy in the room. It felt weird how light it was outside this late in the evening. It felt like throughout the entire school year, it was pitch black outside every time we came. The group gathered in a circle in the center of the room as they pushed aside the chairs. I reached for Cassie’s hand, and she squeezed it hard, then looked up at me and smirked. Across the circle, Julius and Zak elbowe...
Weekly Contest #346
“He sat down and played the other part,” she said. “Who did?” I shot back without a clue who she was referencing. “There isn’t anyone else here.” “I already said. The man in the blue suit.” Her head bopped back and forth between each word. I looked around, but knew it was just the two of us. No cars in the driveway, no people outside. I knew the cabin was empty when we got here. Uncle Greg said nobody had been here since October, and lord knows I walked through every single room when I opened the windows to let the musty cabin smell out. “We...
Weekly Contest #345
The church doors are tall and heavy. I forgot how they feel to pull open and how much additional effort it takes to hold open for someone else. It has been years since I’d last been here and that time was for my uncle’s third wedding. To me, weddings and funerals are much the same, albeit with different vibes amongst the crowd. I don’t think of myself as an anxious person, but I can’t think of any words worth saying to any of these people, particularly in such a circumstance. I worry I’ll say the wrong thing because I don’t know how to griev...
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