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Weekly Contest #60
I was walking up the off ramp that used to allow vehicles to exit the Interstate bypass onto Minnesota Route seventy-seven, when I heard the gunshot. I hadn’t heard a gunshot in…at least six months. Knowing that bullets wouldn’t be manufactured again anytime soon I had quickly found alternative armaments. Specifically a crossbow and a machete. At the top of the ramp I could see my destination. The Mall of America. I really needed a new pair of boots. My current pair had seen better days and were literally being held together with duc...
Weekly Contest #58
Kylie rushed to the elevator. She had spent the last ten hours slaving in her cubicle finishing up work on the project and her only desire was to get home, slip into a sensuous bubble bath with a glass of wine and her latest fantasy romance. First she needed to get down the twenty-three floors and into the parking garage, and off her aching feet. The shoes she wore to work today looked amazing but standing on them for three hours while giving a presentation to the corporate snobs was absolute torture. It didn’t help that the ...
Weekly Contest #57
“So who is she,” the sultry feminine voice ask from my right. I ignored her for the moment, instead choosing to focus on the A4 parchment before me. I wanted to get this done as soon as possible. Literally every minute was important. A courier would arrive in due course to whisk it and the other document away to my lawyer. As to the legal interest in my home, I penned out in my well practiced calligraphy. Done with a custom formulated ink that included drops of my own blood, I wasn’t about to leave anything to chance. Though, as I ...
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