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Weekly Contest #354
Her phone vibrated.Unknown Number: There you are.Something brushed lightly against her shoulder.When Jess turned, Victoria was already standing beside her.Not across the room. Right beside her. The tightness started in her throat and worked its way down to her gut. There was something in the way this woman looked at her. She felt it earlier in the SUV. Slowly, she slipped her phone back into her pocket.The woman stood a few inches taller. Jess lifted her chin and grinned, a step back already halfway executed.“And now I’m not.”“You’re not cu...
Weekly Contest #353
The energy of the room vibrated around him while laughter, clinking glassware, and small performances played out like an orchestra he and his wife had composed together over decades. At the center of it all, the Minister watched his wife move through the crowd with practiced warmth, every touch intentional, every smile measured, every lingering glance lasting just a second longer than necessary when it counted.He felt pride watching her. Not the soft kind. This was the kind earned through decades of pressure applied in the right quiet rooms,...
Weekly Contest #298
I always relate the breeze in Iraq to the feeling of heat on my face after opening the oven to a rack of freshly baked blueberry muffins on a Sunday morning. ‘Cept? There wasn’t that cooked blueberry scent in the air that warms the heart, reminding you of the better times you’d spent with your family. Because that is what we remember isn’t it? If we choose to, from the good scents that our brain bottles for another day; scents that literally take us back to another time, in a different kind of way.The sun blazed down on our vehicle like the ...
Weekly Contest #251
There was too much yelling, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the concepts as my fingers, wet with blood, struggled to peel open the eyelids of my left eye. Whatever shrapnel ricocheted off the wall, possibly took my left eye with it, I could live with that. The weight on my feet? Remnants of meat, blood, and bone adorning a uniform like the one I was wearing? Not sure I could live with that.The once timid man beside me was ranting about how we could have saved him, had my choice been to carry him. Never mind that half of the soldier had been b...
Weekly Contest #202
After passing the Army Basic Training course and the Advanced Individual Training course, I was sent off to my first duty station. My family had consequently sold my car when I was in basic, citing the reason as “you weren’t using it”.So, I found myself in need of a car again. I knew when I bought this old stick-shift Honda Accord that it was a project car. I figured that it would be a learning opportunity for me to hone in on my southern engineering skills. For those who don't know this is a trait where a person is known to improvise a quic...
Weekly Contest #200
Even with the windows down, the air in the car was so thick it felt like I was trying to swallow a spoonful of peanut butter. I couldn’t, or I had forgotten how to swallow... well, anything, much less air. My chest felt too heavy to expand for a breath and I noticed my heartbeat slamming around my ribcage before I looked at Jennifer who was sitting quietly in the driver seat.The bright red light of the stop light changed the tone of her light brown skin to something almost scary. Though I was sure she was breathing, she had grown so still I ...
Weekly Contest #186
I usually don’t share in this way. It isn’t a lack of desire which stops me, it is the potential for another’s misunderstanding. When sharing wisdom and experience is my primary aim, many who harbor suspicions assume the worst at every turn. I imagine this is on account of the probability of what they fear or suspect happening, being something within their own capability of doing.My delivery needs some polishing, I know… but I prefer to speak from the heart and shoot from the hip. I’m direct, unfiltered and I’m told it gets me invited exactl...
Weekly Contest #182
The three most common things you’ll hear about from a Houstonian, the traffic is some of the worst in the country, the heat (enough said), and oil is king.The traffic had already built up after lunch assuring that my super short walk home would double at this time of day. The joint in my pocket was figuratively burning a hole in my pocket for how badly I wanted to relax, so I posted up beneath a tree and fished around in my pockets for a lighter.“No way man, really?”I’d scoped the area out before I sat beneath this line of trees separating t...
Weekly Contest #161
In the south the heat and humidity made things like parking lots go from slightly unbearable to flat out toxic and stale mid-summer. As Danielle Cree breathed in she took this into account same as she did the look a couple gave her as she moved through the parking garage. They were paying too much attention to her. Were they the people she was meant to meet?As Cree approached the couple it seemed they didn’t know exactly know how to play the pieces in the game, or they were pretending not to know. A man with salty black slicked back hair wor...
Weekly Contest #135
“It’ll be nice to get that beer huh?”My mechanic asked as he reached out grabbing the flashlight I’d been holding beneath my chin, I squinted when he pointed the light in my eyes softly laughing.I wondered why so many people thought such a thing funny as I reoriented the final piece my uniform – the piece was my patrol cap, which wasn’t authorized to be worn backwards beneath the helmet but…. Meh. I slapped my ACH over it just the same. It was the weekend of the Fourth of July in the States and if we managed to make it back to Camp Echo, we’...
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