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It’s Six O’Clock in the Morning Yet Again This used to be my favourite time of the day. I used to be a competitive long distance runner as a teenager, and as a young man in his early twenties. I would get up in the morning at six o’clock sharp and run like the wind around the neighbourhood three or four times. My life’s goal was to be an Olympic racer, to run for my country and win every race. I had no other plans in mind for my future. But then what I called the ‘great accident’ took place with sudden violence. ...
Weekly Contest #338
Sam looked across the silent room in the institution where patients stayed who were said to have serious problems in their minds. There he saw his brother, Jim, whom he loved and whose mind he had long admired because of his amazing ability to write. But now, according to one of the staff that worked there had stated, “Your brother has nothing left in the tank. He does not say a word. It is like his mind is completely empty.”Sam walked over to his brother slowly. He still had hopes for his brother and their relationship, but this time, as wi...
Weekly Contest #335
Sandra and Bill were a couple who regularly drew people’s attention, even stares when seen walking together in the public eye. She was tall, well over six feet, and he was more than a foot and a half shorter. They met one day at the university that they both attended. She was on the women’s basketball team, and he was a big fan of the sport. Their meeting happened when in an attempt to get a ball that looked like it was going to fly out of the court she tripped and crashed into the stands where he was sitting. Fortunately for her, he wa...
Weekly Contest #333
Beware the Zwetchgenkuchen Winter had arrived, and Christmas day was approaching, and there was going to be a big Christmas celebration thrown by one of the biggest companies in town, which was run by a German firm that was relatively new to the area, but very successful none the less. Pretty much everyone in town was talking about it. Not many new events of changes took place in the town. One of those people was a guy called Bill, who liked to see the worst in people, and spreading his poison far and wide made him feel like a big shot..A...
Weekly Contest #331
He heard a loud knock on his front door when he was sitting on the toilet. It was very late at night, and the amount of spaghetti and meatballs he had eaten for dinner was huge, and it was calling him. Living alone, he often cooked too much. He could not remember the last time that he had heard someone knocking on his front door other than people trying to sell him something. He knew that it wasn’t a ‘you have just won,’ as he had not applied for anything that he could remember. Still, when he opened the door, he definitely felt he had ...
Weekly Contest #328
Forgotten But Not Completely Lost Jeff Jones, a young man in his early 30s, is an English teacher who has recently considered writing novels. He has just been asked by Susan Jones, a local publisher of a series of best sellers, if he could talk to Ralph, the aging author of those books, encouraging him to come up with a book that would conclude what he had already written. There hadn’t been a book in that series in two years, and she was worried that Ralph did not plan to write another. Susan, who knew Jeff from studying literature in th...
Weekly Contest #326
S Silence crashed down hard that day in the workplace. It was like a flooding rain in a thunderstorm, only without the sounds. They had been told that on this day when the people of a small town who worked for a major corporation in the big city would be face to face with ‘THE BOSSES’ as they were generally called by those who worked for them, both in the town and in the city. No one in town knew why they were doing this on this day. THE B0SSES had never done anything like this before. They generally communicated with the old ...
Weekly Contest #325
Dreams May Come True Damn, sometime yesterday, I must have misplaced a very important publisher letter. I have no idea now of where I put it. You would think that the good news that the letter contained would make me careful about what I did with it. But no, the forgetfulness of being in my mid-70s seems to have overruled the significance of what I now cannot find. I feel sometimes that it would be better if I had a young agent to do my remembering for me. ‘What do I have to remember for you today, Ralph?’ ‘Yes, is there a birthday of a ...
Weekly Contest #324
Down By the River A river has long been like a living creature to me, ever since I was a child. It moves constantly, changing over time, deeper and wider in rain, more shallow and thinner in long periods of dry weather. I grew up in the countryside, far from town and distant from school, driven to and from the place by one of my parents whose turn it was. I never had friends come over to my house, and I lived too far from schoolmates to visit them when school was out. But I could visit my river friend every day. I told it my secret joys ...
Weekly Contest #323
It is a ritual for me where I drive each morning to my place of work. Sure it adds about a mile to the trip from the more direct way of getting there, and the traffic is slow. Still, it is a ritual, making a connection with a place of joy in the past. I got lost driving for the first time to my new work place, but that was not what made the drive taking that route a ritual. Being aware that I was well and truly lost and that being late would not please my new bosses. I had to do something. So I decided to pull over to a grocery store to...
Weekly Contest #322
Why Don’t I Write a Novel? My friends and family keep asking me why I have never written a novel, although I claim to be a writer. They wonder why I seem to be perfectly content just writing short stories. Guy, whom I have known for decades now, and I consider to be a good friend asked that question straight out one night when we were in the Toby Jug and under the influence of alcohol. He had just read a short story I had written earlier that day.He said that he had enjoyed it.But I now wonder how much he meant that. A person I...
Weekly Contest #319
Time for a Change Davy wondered whether he should change or stay the same. After all he was best known for the rather dramatic way he played hockey. It usually brought him cheers from the home team and the home crowd. He could not remember a time in his childhood when he did not want to be a professional hockey player. He started organized hockey at five years old. It helped in those early years that he was bigger than all the kids that he played against. Body checking was not allowed at that age, but Davy learned early on to ‘accidently’...
Weekly Contest #318
I am the second son in our family of two sons and no daughters. My brother Ralph was first one born. I don’t blame him for being so accomplished in so many ways. He was early on a bright light, and I was in his shadow as far as my parents have been and still are concerned. His family stardom began with his skill as a talented hockey player. He scored goals like magic even in his first year playing. He led the league at eight years of age, when I was still a toddler. Our parents loudly cheered him on throughout every game that he playe...
Weekly Contest #317
Don’t You Remember Me? This will be the most excitement I’ve had in years, possibly decades. My favourite band from when I was a teenager is playing a reunion concert in a city about two hours drive away from where I live. It is certainly well worth the drive. I have so many great memories of the boys and I going to those concerts. We cheered loudly, sang along with the songs that we knew so well, and we even danced in a circle as a group together. Members of the band would smile at us, at least that is how we read their faces when we danc...
Weekly Contest #316
My Lips Are Sealed I was walking to the Toby Jug, where all the coolest of men and women hung out regularly on a Friday night. To get there I had the walk past the very uncoolest bar in town, named “The Elegance”. It was where snooty rich people who only drank posh drinks – martinis, champagne and the like. They would not drink what I heard one person say coming out of that place that beer was for the poor and unsophisticated drinkers. I could not resist looking through the window while walking slowly past. I was surprised by one person th...
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