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Weekly Contest #130
TRIGGER WARNING: Physical Violence/Gore Ige Tsuneo ran his fingers over the dusty old book that traced his family’s heritage. It went back to the early 1600s, though he grew up hearing stories that were much older. He recalled his father putting him to bed at night, recounting the tales of Ige Tsuneo, the samurai his parents named him after. “The shores were teeming with Mongols,” his father would say. “If you could see it from above, it would look like thousands of black ants dancing over a mound of sand. Our people were greatly outnumb...
Weekly Contest #124
The air is different in Peru. You breathe in the Incan civilization with the smell of hot ají peppers frying on an open flame in the market. This particular market had no name. I passed under a sign that simply read “mercado” and stepped into a new world. I wandered through the rows of shops. People were selling everything from bootleg copies of movies to knock-off designer sunglasses. A large tiled counter stood in the back corner, and an old woman on the other side butchered chicken with a cleaver and a strong set of hands. The market, a...
Weekly Contest #118
Today’s the day I change. The scorching Colombian sun warms my face. I soak in every last ray. I feel it tinting my cheeks a brilliant ruby red, but I don’t mind at all. The landscape is green for miles, and the hills roll out to eternity. The sky is crisp blue all year. The people who live here take pride in their blue sky. This is the only air I’ve ever tasted, but I can’t stay here. I take one last look at the wilderness. I try to remember every last leaf on every single tree. I paint myself a mental picture of the river that twists and ...
Weekly Contest #117
Content Warning: Gore, themes of abuse I rounded the corner in a white Honda Civic. It wasn’t mine. I mean, I guess it was now. The corner had turning restrictions but only on weekdays in the mornings and afternoons for children walking home from school. It was well past 4:00 PM, so I made the turn on red. Main street was bustling. Food trucks lined the streets offering everything from tacos to lobster rolls. People gathered en masse for some of the trucks, while others seemed less popular. The barbecue wings were slaughtering the vegan o...
Weekly Contest #115
I was talking to my sister on Facetime when the call dropped. I tried calling her back. Furiously tapping her name on the screen, hanging up, and repeating the process yielded no positive results. From the couch I looked towards the kitchen at the microwave. It was blinking 00:00. I put my hand to my forehead and rubbed my temples. It was a Friday night, and I had been making plans to go to dinner with my sister. Even though we lived in the same city, we haven’t seen each other through the pandemic. Now that we were both vaccinated, I was lo...
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