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Weekly Contest #363
Hold Fast “Hold on,” I yelled to Laura, my girlfriend of two months, as a large wave of water tumbled over the bow of my thirty-two-foot sailboat. “I’m holding on,” she yelled back as the wave swept over us and then drained from the scuppers. She had gotten a mouthful of seawater and threw up again. Things were not going well. This was the front of the storm so the worst had not hit us yet, but it was coming, and there was nothing I could do about it. We had taken off from Marathon last night heading for Key West for ...
Weekly Contest #345
The 4:14 Flash“It’s about time for the 4:14 flash, isn’t it, George?” asked Sam, who was the oldest of the three men who sat at the bus stop. “No, Sam, your watch is always fast. We have another three minutes,” George said patiently as he checked his watch. Fred Zimmerman, the third man at the bus stop, checked his watch, too. George was right, it was only 4:11. Fred watched the two residents of Puerility as they leaned forward on the bench and grew quiet. He was from New York City and was intrigued by these...
Weekly Contest #343
Six MinutesThe fear that gripped him was almost one of extreme terror, but not quite. Mike wouldn’t allow himself to give in to fear entirely. “Do you see who you have to wrestle?” asked the heavyweight who sat next to him. “That’s Gary Martinez. That guy’s a gorilla,” he said, shaking his head and placing one hand on Mike’s back. “Good luck,” he said, sounding like it would be a miracle if Mike survived. Mike could easily pick out his opponent. On the other side of the mat, he sat second to the end, just like Mike. Mar...
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