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Weekly Contest #285
"Welcome to a new decade in my journey through the Universe." Cosmic Mystic Elke was sitting in the morning sunlight, planning for her 40th birthday celebration. She was not really a true vintage as yet, as she wanted a quiet gathering around her home with her darling companion, Big Al. Her stepdaughter, Elly, would also be there, with some of Elke's closer gal pals and fans of her mystic healing. The Christian brigade of her rellies would glean an invite. Elke's cosmic ideals continue to focus on being as steadfast as Big Al, with her ambiv...
Weekly Contest #284
Her past was a different land of no regrets, no turning back. Annamarie was not gaining too much maternal support in this quest. Once when younger, she had thought love was a sign, but it was all going cactus now. She supposed she had to ski the angst from her young daughter, coming home from her first year of secondary school.The big issue was now that Annalie had no dad's name on her birth certificate. Annamarie had loved to party when not much older tban Annalie. Unfortunately, she was still quite sure which of those hotty hornbugers was ...
Weekly Contest #283
Yes, love makes the world go round. This was a thought Cosmic Mystic Elke told herself more than once, as she was enjoying this romantic stage of her new world. She and Big Al Grayson went on proudly defying their Christian parental influences, by continuing to have sleepovers with each other. To be sure, after Big Al had invited New Age Cosmic Elke to turn back to God in his more liberal minded church, she had accepted that in all her days, Jesus had always close at hand. That thought had stood her in good stead when Big Al's tall but rigid...
Weekly Contest #282
Christmas Eve, bells were chiming, it was Yuletide again. Cosmic Elke lay in her empty double bed, reflecting on her festive preparations. She had been sending greetings online, hoping everyone had a good year. Being traditional, her family all purchased Christmas cards, and so had some of her gal pals. Maybe it was a chick thing. Personally, this season she gazed at her failing legibility, bemused by the array of cards she felt obliged to post. So, she deployed her trusty computer and printed off enough tags saying. "Best wishes from Elke."...
Weekly Contest #281
So this was Christmas. The Christmas Fairy was gorgeous. A scintillating frock adorned with glitter and sparkles, a golden wand and crown, completed by gossamer wings. By now, she was six foot four inches tall, plus inclusive high heeled, jeweled, platform sandals. But, hey, she was loud and proud. Abusive and aggressive, yes, alone for now, but still, she was lovely looking Christmas fairy. So this was Christmas. And what had the Christmas fairy done, finally achieved? She had her own considered personal point of view about the spirit of Ch...
Weekly Contest #280
"Was it a good book?" Poppy was asked by her regular client. She replied, " Well, yes. It was great. I enjoyed reading about over sixty males and females sailing off on cruise ships." Poppy was finishing off the senior lady's manicure. "There, the receptionist will take the usual fee for your hair, eyelash tinting and hands done." The rather large lady smiled in thanks, satisfied with her stylist, who said, "You look fabulous, as usual."Poppy felt as is she was rapidly arriving at such an age, to retire from years of working for her boss, ma...
Weekly Contest #279
Peering at her old television in the corner of her cluttered lounge room. Elke peered in horror. From the moment she had woken, Elke peered in horror. From the moment she had woken, her Saturday had gone pear-shaped. Elke had turned to kiss her handsome husband, Everard. She woke up daily, still amazed that this blond surfer had married her at all. She did undersell her good qualities, her talents. Their personalities were completely different. Elke was a quiet, meditative and spiritual soul. She had evolved from her rigid, religious influe...
Weekly Contest #276
Long ago, way back when in Sunday School, I believed. My father and old Grandma took my older sister and me to Church. There we learnt about Jesus and God, forever blessing us. We learnt about the wonder of Heaven and Eternal Light and Love. When did you learn about God? I do not ask anyone.But we went home to my mother, an atheist and a nihilist. On her journey on this cosmic stage, she stopped us attending Sunday School, and prevented our youngest sister from ever being there. So for some reason, as a teenager, I studied Theology with som...
Weekly Contest #275
Jessie and Eloise were two young sisters. Their parents were always telling them to play nicely. But these two quite pretty little girls were mean and catty to each other. Jessie liked snatching toys from her three year old sister, Eloise. She thought they were better than hers. Eloise liked scribbling on Jessie's books, trying to wreck all the pretty pictures.It was a normal sort of morning, Jessie was poking her tongue at Eloise, who was crying again. Then Jessie made a really ugly face at Eloise, until she laughed. Eloise was used to Jess...
Weekly Contest #274
It was definitely good flying weather. Aunty Broomsticks was still at that certain age, floating aloft whenever she wanted to, usurping NASA. Long ago and far away, she and her sorority were the beloved daughters of Ambrose the Amiable. As a father and all round good guy, he was still regarded as the best of kindly, capable wizards. Unfortunately, his bride and their mother, had been known as old Ma Broomline. Age did not improve her or endear her to anyone, she just got nastier, pickled in her own toxic slime. But Old Ma Broomline had also ...
Weekly Contest #273
Disillusioned, Lorelei Lonergan finished emptying her fridge, and sorted the last of her humble belongings, mostly second-hand. Her former co-jockey had loaded the rest of her cardboard boxes into her quite trusty wheels. Lorelei gave her the keys, and then drove to the stable to collect her horse. She was still limping after her devastating horse-racing injury, but her physiotherapist was pleased. This was it, time to move on to a new chapter of good intentions in her individual book of life. The future had no doors, Lorelei was no quitter,...
Weekly Contest #272
Words were so him. Lachie headed off to the Grand Annual Football Presentation event, taking his place as the hard-bitten journalist, to report on all the latest trophies. His photographer was at his side, these two were the hottest items in seeking any gossip at all about mere humans. It was that time of the season, football players in the finals walked as kings in their town, always needing some glamorous young babe in a fabulous frock at their side.The hype was developing, as Lachie joined the brilliant flashes of cameras and television ...
Weekly Contest #271
Xavier was sitting next to his wife, wondering if he was merely going through the motions. His wife, Sheree, had her arms folded, she and her mother had virtually never stopped nagging him. Finally, he had agreed to attend this latest trend of relationship counselling, very reluctantly. He stared at the door of the counselor's office, still bemused about whether he had ever known what a real relationship was, if he had really had one.Xavier had a cute wife, but he felt that she had trapped him into a marriage of convenience, that he had sold...
Weekly Contest #270
Silvery moonbeams still shone benignly in tranquil translucence as Alex stormed away from the lounge room of the unrequited. He was in his default moody mode again, glowering into the evening air, sulking in his grey hood. Philly, the Fenian, shrugged, their evenings usually ended like this. She got ready for bed. Yes, her monthly stranger had arrived, all part of being a woman. She took care of that, sighing in the loo. It was only another unfilled egg follicle, vanishing into the sewerage system. Her dreams of cute blond haired, blue eyed...
Weekly Contest #269
"Wake up smiling!" Gwen told herself, as another day was dawning. Tomorrow was her milestone 30th birthday, there were plans underway for a celebration with her two gal besties, Bianca and Celeste. Gwen examined her hairdo, checking for any grey hairs. Her left hand was still annoyingly bare of that magical wedding ring. Her son woke up, Ezra was a bit grumpy today. Gwen fed the eight year old his breakfast of cereal and juice, before loading him and his backpack into her old jalopy for the school routine. Then it was the supermarket dash, u...
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