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Weekly Contest #220
"Are you hungry?" Ruth heard. She muttered a response, inaudibly. Mysteriously, she had gone to sleep last night in her own bed in her own humble pad. Crying herself to sleep, she had been broken-hearted. Ruth had phoned her big sister, the well-respected senior witching in her family. Ruth had told big sissie her tale of woe. The debonair Old Wizard Blizzard had dumped her, ghosted her, and traded her in for firm young flesh. Humiliating. In the dark reaches of last night, her older sister, Prunella Positive Prue, had mumbled her own sweari...
Weekly Contest #219
Yes, it was Spring time in the mountain forests. Old Noah was still rocking around, one of the identities and well-respected characters. He lived in the back woods of the rustic small village of Good Blubbering. Old Noah and his family had built their own enclave, way off in the hills. It was all very secluded. To get around, Old Noah had two big motor cycles, always there for his mid-life critical moments. He was now the President of Good Blubbering's garden society. He and his wives convened weekly meetings, to share their propagation stor...
Weekly Contest #218
It should have been raining. But there was no comforting sound of pitter patter steady on the roof of the convent. All was silent, except for the television. Winter time was setting in for the nuns in the retired teachers' convent, somewhere there in the hick town of Old Blithering. Luckily, the night was clear, very frosty. All the nuns were in their usual armchairs, viewing their weekly favorite television show. Only the national broadcaster made it on the airwaves at the Back of Beyond. After these devoted clergy had gazed at the mind n...
Weekly Contest #217
Sleepyside at summer again. Sister Heloise, the young one, had escorted the much older nuns to their summer retreat. They were on vacation, to relax on a sunny shore, rest, replenish, paddle in a sparkling bay. Their summer abode was the usual very old-fashioned timber dwelling, by now familiar. Sleepyside was a slow old place, only one store, with a petrol pump at the front. People went to Sleepyside, off the beaten track, to replenish their wellbeing on a sedate type of holiday. Sleepyside was not yet trendy, a place where time passed, th...
Weekly Contest #216
"That's it" Zaine said, as he popped some banned bubblegum into his mouth. It was the start of lunchtime, the hour before the Nationwide Literacy test, compulsory. Zaine said to his lifelong friends, Neehan and Beau. "Miss Meanie, in fact, this whole school and their tests have really got on my wick!" "Hey, you!" Zaine called, "Yes, you, Kerrie, you're the bell monitor. Over here, now!" "What for?" Kerrie asked. "You're the bell monitor. Come with me, you'll thank me for this one day." Puzzled, reliable girl Kerrie followed Zaine to check t...
Weekly Contest #215
"Bless your heart!" Sister Heloise smiled, as she cycled along the hot and dusty main street of Old Blithering. It was the middle of a long, parched drought in summer, way off there in the remote rustic town, 250 km away from the Big City. She pedaled past the row of old stores in Main Street, most with 'For Sale', or 'For Lease' signs. Sister Heloise was on a mission. Her normally sedate old home town had been rocked by a scandal. Suddenly, no one was smiling back at any clergy. The whole little community had once been so religious, praying...
Weekly Contest #213
Winter vacation at last. Jennifer Louise, one of the Blessing family, and her bestie, Darya, were so thrilled. Ma Blessing was taking them on this plane trip to Moonstone Bay. There it was hot and sunny, a sparkling bay of seaside fun, with a cool forest on the nearby hills. Ma Blessing was very keen for Jennifer Louise and Darya to attend the spiritual center fair there in the remote center of magic at Moonstone Bay. It was convention time, a chance to feel the power of women of grace and enchantment. "This is definitely a chick thing." J...
Weekly Contest #211
Super duper Saturday had dawned. Jennifer Louise lived in a land far south of Witchelina. She came from the Blessing family, from a long line of strong women. Although Jennifer Louise was quite short, she was a local star at their Tae-Kwon Do classes, claiming many trophies and belts. Her best friend was Darya. Together they had planned their weekend with a sleepover, and a day of fun. Near the Blessing family homestead there was an open meadow. Beyond that, there was an entrance to a magical world in a singing forest. "No, Jennifer Louise,...
Weekly Contest #210
"Come on! She's not looking!" Zaine pulled his hoodie up in disguise. He walked quickly to the gap in the fence, down there behind a small bush. Leading the way, he guided Neehan and Beau to his discovery. While he had been exploring in the forest behind the school, he had found a real treasure. Yes, it an old cubby house, built of timber planks, with open windows. It was propped between some trees, hidden from the track from the fence. "Hey, what do you say now?" Zaine asked, Neehan and Beau looked around, impressed. "Very cool." Beau said...
Weekly Contest #209
Hilary, aka Hilaria, shrieked with joy. Queenie, her cat, startled, then glared. Old Ben, her television addict husband, still snored, did not even notice. Hilaria did her happy jig, all cellulite wobbling. She so did not care about this apathetic response. She and her friend, Josephine, had won! What had Hilaria won in her lucky undies? Why, a free flight to Sin City, and a free hire car to drive to Sin City Craft Emporium, the biggest wool shop in the whole land. Bliss bombs time! Josephine was Hilaria's particular friend in their older la...
Weekly Contest #208
Yes, she was generally happy she was widowed and old. Shaz, as she was affectionately known, believed her grey hair was the new blonde. She could frock up all right. She was looking forward in her golden years, to her latest epic adventure. At that moment, Shaz was putting the final touches to her latest craft project. Shaz did believe in expanding her social circle, so she had joined a local craft center in her community. A visiting tutor from Canada had lectured the good ole girls in the noble art of doll head crafting. Shaz felt inspired ...
Weekly Contest #207
Yes, it was a good scene and time for nostalgia. Nouvelle Lucrezia sat and scribbled, reminiscing about another time, when the past was a different era. "Once upon a time," she wrote, " I got married in a cloud of white optimism. Looking back, I can say there was a magician at work. I shall let you now all reflect on that little mage, Cupid. He is a blind drunk." She paused, then kept writing. "Never mind, little women. You too can survive survivor baggage, and raise your expectations in life. This beautiful world of ours can really be des...
Weekly Contest #206
Jackson Lidgefield was bravely arrested today. As the local police hauled him and his friends away, he hoped his father would bail him again. "Bailed and adjourned, don't waste my neurons!" That is all he had to say to the expectant media journalists. He had pre-alerted to the student protest this day. It had been that time of a Friday for Jackson and his coterie of protesters. They had walked away from their elitist secondary college classrooms. Changing into their trending ripped designer jeans, they had defied the authorities of their al...
Weekly Contest #205
It was happy hour again. The week had rolled by, dramatically. Nate sat at the bar, he was the wise old owl of his engineering firm. His juniors were pussy footing around him, trying not to be insensitive. Nate's week had not kicked off so well, not great at all. On Sunday, his long time society wife had sat him down, for the 'talk'. She had fallen in love with a society doctor, the man of her dreams. Nate felt absolutely nothing, as she left the scene with her designer suitcases. His wife no longer had anything to say, neither did he. Nate ...
Weekly Contest #204
Kylie Doll was in her reflection mode. She arose early, as normal, and lit her penny candle. These days, all was going well, so she said her morning devotion of gratitude, to accentuate her positives. It was her fiftieth birthday. Despite some setbacks, she had found somehow a plateau of peace and love. Kylie Doll internally wound back some of those years. Once she too had believed in love and marriage. She had been a reasonably attractive bank teller, enjoying being young. Along had come Cheetham, that older man everyone warned a young woma...
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