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Weekly Contest #295
I walked into the study and paused to take it all in. Looking around, I remembered growing up and entering this room countless times. My grandfather would usually be sitting at the desk, reading a book. Those books were often tales of sea adventures. He would have me sit in the chair on the other side of the desk and read some of the adventures to me. I loved listening to him because he read the story to me, acting out the different characters with various voices. It made me smile and laugh, which in turn encouraged him to do even more. ...
Brian woke up again to the sound of rain for the third day. Looking out from his second-floor window he frowned at the rain, another gloomy day he thought to himself. Across the street, two people were standing in the rain talking. They both had umbrellas and seemed deep in conversation. Brian felt a sneeze coming on, turned away from the window, and sneezed. When he looked back, he noticed the two people across the street had vanished, and there were two umbrellas still open lying on the ground. Brian looked up and down the street in both d...
Weekly Contest #286
John’s eyes hovered over the Scrabble game board on a table in the family room. The board with game pieces still on the board and game letters still leaning in their cradles on two sides of the board. Nothing has moved or been touched for over a year. The two chairs, one on each side are empty and look strangely lonely. John’s mind is not on playing the game through; it is with her. He looked at the empty lonely chair where she would sit and was now quiet. He remembers her laughter at his feeble attempts at trying to structure a word out of ...
Weekly Contest #280
SCENE ONE The door of the Sheriff's office suddenly opens. Sheriff! There is a man down at the saloon asking questions about the town. You had better get over there. BUSTER! Have you ever heard of knocking first before you come running in? Um... Sheriff, I thought this office was always open to the public. I mean, there is no lock on the door. Yes, but Buster I may be busy doing something...and... well, never mind just knock next time. Okay sorry. Did I interrupt anything? I see you are just sitting at your desk and well... sorry, I will kno...
The following is taken from the Memoirs written by the Big Bad Wolf. ***Around 1812, the Brothers Grimm approached my grandfather Cornelius Wolf to play...
Weekly Contest #275
Oh geez, is it morning already? Crap, come on eyes open. Why is it so dark in here? Why the heck do I have the sheet over my head? Did I dream about that monster in the closet again? Oh, come on Kurt you are an adult, monsters, please, stop being so childish. But seriously why is it so dark, oh wait a minute I seem to be moving feet first like on a conveyor belt, forward. That’s weird.There we go now it is light, except this damn sheet is still over my face. It is very bright even looking through the sheet. I don’t remember my room being thi...
Weekly Contest #274
Day of All Days The barn door swings open slightly. A man barely alive is pulling himself out the door by his hands leaving behind him a trail of blood. The man is missing his legs from the waist down. They were pulled off by what, he had no idea. He was working on a tractor when something grabbed his feet pulling him to the ground. He reached for a sidestep on the John Deere Tractor, wrapping his hands around it as tight as he could. Instantly both his legs were torn like a piece of paper being ripped in half from his torso. He is losing ...
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