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Weekly Contest #351
The Naming - Early 1990s “Get out of here! Disgusting, filthy BIRD!” A red-faced human male runs at full speed, swinging a broom. Suddenly alert to the commotion of the human, a condor pauses, turns its head, and focuses its prehistoric gaze, curiously, on the man. The direct look unsettles him. The condor has been feeding at the end of his driveway for almost 20 minutes on some dead thing needing scraped up and tossed. It is vile to him, to most humans and it’s no wonder they’re nearly extinct. Understanding how dangerous a bite or claw...
Weekly Contest #349
Run! The shout shatters the morning silence as the rising sun starts to glitter between the trunks of assorted pine and dogwood trees, sprinkled with southern magnolias. On his feet before his mind is awake, he shakes his aunt, Wilhelmina Dunbar - Mina to him - awake. He whispers loudly, telling her they’ve gotta go - NOW! In the background, tents rustle and survivors shout. People are screaming; some are begging. Fights are breaking out. His aunt is up and at 'em, fast as him. Faster maybe. Grabbing what they can carry, he’s on Mina’s hee...
Weekly Contest #348
Contains multiple sensitive themes: References to childhood abuse and neglect, animal abuse and neglect, and substance abuse. Holt sits on a railroad tie, head in his hands. This spot holds the memory of his last visit; he felt too grown to be seven, too worn out, much as he did right now. He often returns to this old piece of timber that sits at the edge of an abandoned basketball court. An aged, rusty hoop is missing its net. The surrounding concrete is split and broken. He recognizes something of himself in it. Time always brings him back...
Weekly Contest #347
Letha looks up, through the center of an apple tree, old man’s beard hanging all around her, at the sky alive with nature. She squints at the brightness and holiness of the sunlight-filled sky. The wild birds cawing, chattering, and keee-arrring as they swirl about on edge. There’s a mix of some of the most intelligent and powerful - hawks, crows, ravens, and rooks. Letha always thought they were the closest and most holy of creatures to Aletheia - the Goddess she is in these lichen-coated trees hunting. NOT hunting exactly. Searching ...
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