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Weekly Contest #374
Third jumper this month. Sarge said the divers still haven’t found a body—not a single one. How deep does this river go? They set up a barricade, a couple of feet high, trying to deter folks from jumping off, I guess. That didn’t do much. The call is the same each time: guy ditches his car, walks right up to the railing and steps over. No note, no cry for help, and no body. Eyewitnesses report a woman in a white trench coat walking along the footway, but no one can ID her. A woman in a coat, like that’s going to help. “Hey, Dot, can I get an...
Weekly Contest #373
Sensitive content: mature themes, mental health, and strong language. “I know what I saw, Hank,” I whisper as we stand by the kitchen sink. It’s been three days, no, four, since we got back from the hospital. I’m having trouble keeping track. It’s all been so hectic. It’s three in the morning and I’ve just finished feeding the baby. He drank greedily but squirmed the whole time, making it uncomfortable for both of us. My nipples are sore, my neck is tight, and I need to lie down—but first Hank is going to listen to me. “Cassy, please, let’s...
Weekly Contest #301
At night, when men sleep, the forest comes alive. But night was ending, and the sun shone through the tall trees, weaving past the mosaic of twigs, branches, and leaves. The gentle rays touched Ivan’s damp skin, bringing a quiet renewal. He sighed, welcoming the warm embrace, and followed his celestial guide east, homeward. He paused by a stream his people called Malen’kiy to wash himself in its soft current. Shimmering with a cool, transparent glow, the water seemed to hold an almost magical quality, soothing his skin and spirit alike. Ligh...
Weekly Contest #297
Their stomachs shook violently, anticipating the meal ahead. They screamed joyfully, elated as the sun set, pre-empting their feasting time. This would be their third night hunting. They tired with great effort and expected a rich reward. It won’t be long now, they thought collectively. *** “What time is it?” she asked in a hushed voice, barely distinguishable from the crickets or the wind rustling the leaves. “Just a few more minutes,” he replied, his voice as light as a spider floating through the sky on an invisible silken string. “It’s a...
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