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Weekly Contest #369
CW: Contains themes of teenage pregnancy, domestic abuse, and animal death Vicki sat in bed nursing her three-month-old daughter. Each time her husband's gun exploded, her legs flinched. Wayne was in the clearing between the garden and the woods, and though Vicki could have seen him by just turning her head, she refused to do so. She knew the crow caller was in his mouth and the shotgun was in his hands. After summoning the birds with blasts from the caller, he'd wait for them to fly into view. When he fired, the birds fell around him like ...
Weekly Contest #368
THE OLD PRIEST After morning prayers Sister told me to keep an eye out for Father McCabe. She said to keep looking up the hill and when the old priest started down the path to run down the stairs and open the locked door. The walkway that connected the rectory to the school was made of flagstones and cracked concrete. To the right of the path was Holy Apostles, the granite church that loomed over the neighborhood like a castle. The school was crunched behind the church with its back door directly at the end of the path. The old priest wore...
Weekly Contest #343
MICHAEL AND THE WIDOW LADY. ELK RIVER, CANADA, 1923 Michael Lynch returned from the Great War with sunken cheeks and a face as white as birch bark. He was still pale and scrawny five years later as he sat on the widow’s porch thinking about his dead buddy. He often thought about Jimmy though he never talked about him, and while time had faded many of Michael’s memories, his memories of Jimmy had grown stronger. What Michael remembered best were the nights they spent on look-out duty, thirty yards from the en...
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