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Weekly Contest #347
The sound of his keys unlocking his door seemed to scream out into the hallway, “I’m home!” He walked into his apartment, and closed the door behind him. It felt bigger than usual, the darkness seemed to swallow everything. So did the silence. It enveloped each step as he went to turn on the light, just a few feet away. The dim light presented a clean and perfectly maintained high-rise apartment. Slowly making his way to the kitchen island, he noticed something out of place. He was confused, there shouldn’t be anything there.“What the heck...
Weekly Contest #346
He whispered to the ear of his paramour, “I love you. I love you with all my heart. With all my soul.” Those simple, yet powerful words. Three words that have made men and women the happiest creatures in the universe, built empires, and even collapsed empires. He uttered the three words that could alter lives, build men up or break them down. John was a human. A human from earth. A simple carbon based life form. His body, his brain, his thoughts, beliefs, his atomic composition, his everything was the polar opposite of what his his newly fou...
Weekly Contest #343
I picked up his gun without thinking and pulled back the slide, dropping one bullet on the floor. The light ‘thud’ of the bullet was so miniscule, in comparison to everything else going on, I almost didn’t hear it. “Get your fucking hands off my motha!” I screamed so goddamn hard it was a miracle it cut through the shouting of three fully grown adults. I barely ever held a gun before this moment and I didn’t know much about them. The first I knew was to always treat a gun like it’s loaded. My buddy who loves guns says that to me all the time...
Weekly Contest #341
“I’m sorry dear, do I know you?” Her words cut through me. I had a terrible feeling in my stomach. The day I need wanted to come finally came. “No”, I said. “I was just walking by. It was nice to meet you. I hope I can talk to you again.” “Oh that would be nice, you seem really nice.” I turned and walked away silently crying. That moment she was no longer my mother. The dementia took over and destroyed all the memories of her only daughter. The nurse I spoke to before prepared me and thank God she did or I would’ve not handled that situa...
When I was a younger man, I had been in the city more often than I was now, I was very fortunate to have the opportunity to work overseas, and I made sure to make the most of it. It didn’t pay well, I had too much work, and the people were terrible, and loved it. I took all the work I could during the week and stayed up all night to get it done. Regardless of whether it was a simple task, like copying files, or something trickier, like “Hey, we need these 3,000 pages scanned online and a summary made into a PowerPoint no more than 25 slides ...
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