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Weekly Contest #354
“Cut!” The actors relax and laugh at the director’s announcement, and I frown at them from my chair, annoyed at their contentment. “Hannah?” It’s my co-writer, Neal, who notices my face. “You’re not happy,” he says simply. “Of course not,” I say, my voice snappish, which isn’t fair; it’s not Neal’s fault that the actors don’t read what is written on the page. “If Claudia has amnesia, why would she recognize the baker? If Aaron saw that Amber came back from the dead, he’d be shocked.” I point across the room at one of the lead actors on the s...
It was Maeve who saw it first. “Eleanor!” she squealed, her voice liquid sunshine. “Look!” We were on our front porch, Maeve playing quietly with toys, me lost in a book as usual. I looked up from my page and followed her pointing finger. It was spectacular, stretched across the sky in three glowing arcs, each one fainter and stranger than the last. The first burned bright with familiar colors, the second shimmered above it in reverse, and the third hung like a ghostly veil at the edge of the clouds, streaked with pale silver and turquoise. ...
Weekly Contest #332
The rain was pounding down on my car, and I could feel myself starting to panic.I’d avoided driving in the rain ever since the accident, and I’d tried my best to avoid it tonight, but Kimberly begged me to come and I’ve never been able to say no to my older sister.There was a flash of light, and I slammed on the brakes in the middle of the empty road, peering in front of my car. Nothing was there; no one was there. No vehicle, no person. The grief group Kimberly and I had been attending was located in a red brick building on the campus of a ...
Weekly Contest #299
Hello, Baltimore! Honestly, that was a pretty weak response, Baltimore. I was looking for wild cheers. Are you guys even awake out there? My goal for the next thirty minutes is to wake you up - to make you bust out laughing so hard that at least three of you pee your pants. Not talking like adult diapers level - just a little bit of muscle failure that leads to some embarrassing questions from your date later tonight. If you’d asked me ten years ago, I’d’ve told you I would never do stand-up comedy, not in a million years. I was a writer; I ...
Shortlisted for Contest #297 ⭐️
Annemarie For the last fifteen years, our town has held a 5K every fall in memory of Marianne Van Cotter, a forty-five-year-old woman who drowned in her own bathtub. It’s ridiculous, really - a grown woman drowning in a bathtub. She bragged about that brand-new luxury tub for a week before it happened, had her husband Silas install it and then paraded her friends upstairs to show it off. Served her right, slipping on the soapy floor on her way into the tub and drowning beneath a sea of lavendar-scented bubbles. But that’s not charitable of m...
Weekly Contest #294
OCTOBER 30, 2024 - Anne Ryland, famed author of the Jazzy Jones Kid Detective series, was laid to rest yesterday; the cause of death has still not been reported. A literary hunt has been underway ever since Ryland’s death was announced, since the much-anticipated final book in the Jazzy series has reportedly been written but not yet published. *****Lovely Amelia,Oh, how I wish you weren’t reading this letter. How I wish I was sitting right there beside you, holding your hand, braiding your hair. I suppose it’s been a very long time since I’v...
Weekly Contest #293
It was a crowded flight, and I was grateful that I’d booked a first class ticket - grateful until I met my seatmate, a small boy with chocolate smeared across his face who immediately spilled a cup of apple juice into my handbag. “I’m so incredibly sorry,” his mother said as she took a towel from the flight attendant and began frantically wiping juice from the armrest and seat. “He’s usually very good on flights, I promise you. I’m hoping he’ll sleep.” I travel for work often, and so I am aware that a child’s airplane nap is usually preceded...
Weekly Contest #290
*Note: this story contains mentions of physical violence and suicide.* I can’t stop thinking about our last kiss. It hasn’t happened yet. But it will. I’m quite certain I’ll kiss him at least one more time, and every kiss so far has been incredible. Sometimes I lie in my bed, thinking about it. Where will we be? When will it be? It’s not like it’s something I can predict. I can’t predict anything. But Grandmother can, and has. For decades, she has been able to predict the exacy day someone will die. A few months ago, after years of avoiding ...
Weekly Contest #289
Hi, Annalise. Hi, Dr. Maguire. So… So. How’s this week been? LOL. Where do I begin? You can begin wherever you feel most comfortable, Annalise. This is your session, after all. I appreciate that, Dr. Maguire. I know the state of the world is terrible right now, but - But that’s not what you want to talk about today, and that’s okay.Is it? Because I feel guilty, Dr. Maguire. There’s hunger, and war, and I just - Yes, Annalise. I’ve just been thinking about having sex with my next-door neighbor. I understand. Do you want to tell me more about ...
Weekly Contest #288
The nicest thing about being Here is that we get to remember everything from before. Not every life we’ve lived, mind you, and for all I know I’ve lived a thousand. But the last one - the most recent trip we’ve had to Earth - that one, we get to remember in its entirety.There are other things about being Here that are not so nice. In fact, from the moment I got Here, I’ve been trying to make the case for change.“Is there a suggestion box or anything?” I asked Abe, my favorite person to talk to.He raised his eyebrows at me. “Here? In heaven?”...
Weekly Contest #285
“Good afternoon, you’ve reached the McDonough residence, Kaitlin speaking. How can I help you?” “Good afternoon, you’ve - wait - Katie?” “Anna, hang up the phone, please. I’ve got it. Who is it, please?” “Jeez, Katie. Is that always how you answer the phone?” “Every. Single. Time. It’s mortifying. My dad makes us do it. Anna, did you hang up? I can hear you breathing.” click “Be grateful you don’t have a twelve-year-old sister, Heather. Be grateful every day.” “Ha, ha. So - did they call?” “Not yet. I’ve been waiting all night.” “I tried you...
Weekly Contest #284
If you want to be a writer, it’s helpful to have an unhappy childhood. That’s something my sister Mallory and I joke about. We’re both writers - me a journalist and ghost writer, Mallory a screenwriter with Golden Globes, an Emmy, and even an Oscar. Neither of us writes specifically about what happened to us when we were young - the physical abuse from our father, the emotional abandonment by our mother, and what happened to Jeremiah. We write about other things, but you can see where the pain of what we’ve experienced comes out - especially...
Weekly Contest #272
I look frantically from left to right, trying to decide which way to go. I don’t know these Pennsylvania woods, and that’s a problem right now. When I hear footsteps crunching through the leaves I just ran through, my heart starts to race even faster. I’m fighting to breathe normally, lest my heavy breathing be overheard by the man who has been chasing me for the past ten minutes. Were it not for my history as a sprinter and the morning jogs I’ve taken every day for the past three years, I’d probably be dead by now. I crouch behind a wide oa...
Weekly Contest #267
I recognized her immediately. Which was impossible but true. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, and my hands started to tremble so badly that I had to stuff them into my pockets. This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. I felt dizzy and I tried to remember if I’d eaten anything for breakfast that morning. I would have to try to scarf someting down on the plane. She was seated in a chair near the gate, a carry-on bag resting on her lap. I noticed that her eyes kept drifting up toward the arrival desk. I wondered if she was an anxious t...
Weekly Contest #246
*This story contains mention of various forms of trauma, violence, and loss.*Where we exist is a playful and play-filled place, and we like it that way. Well, I guess we like it. None of us really knew what it was to not like something. The world we knew was satisfying and joyful, and we knew nothing but contentment.There are several hundred of us, and the place where we live is breathtaking - rivers, mountains, trees, beaches, all beneath a sky that is always sparkling. Everything we need is provided for; our only purpose is to play.Each of...
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