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Weekly Contest #357
The woman rode toward the town on a white horse. She came from the desert. She rode alone except for the horse. And as she rode into town, the Lord of the Flies could see the woman’s holsters were empty. “We should be cautious,” the Lord of the Flies said to the sheriff. “Cautious of a woman, deputy?” the sheriff said. “I’ll be goddamned. I thought you had some balls on you.” The sheriff twisted his white mustache on both sides then leaned against the railing of the porch, pressing his gut all up on it. “You know who this is then?” “It’s bee...
Weekly Contest #356
First I followed the footprints backwards, now I walk alongside them. I leave the car behind with my own trail of prints. I don’t trust myself to drive right now. On paper, this should be a short walk, but you know how things go in heavy snowfall like this. And it’s been snowing for days. The sun has been gone for just as long. And accompanying the darkness is the most brutal string of murders I’ve ever seen. I don’t take my eyes off the foot prints. With this much snow, in this constant gray, it would be so easy to lose the trail. All that ...
Weekly Contest #355
The restaurant had its lights dimmed down to simulate candles, an overall clatter of metal on porcelain, a spicy garlic scent, the distant hiss of sizzling, live music—piano not a band—and Woodrow was correct in assuming the woman across the table was there to kill him. McKenzie firmly believed, like on a fundamental level, that the cleanest assassination would be the one that takes place at random to someone random and by someone random. The borderline cosmic accident. Of course, no one paid for random people to randomly die, so McKenzie’s ...
Weekly Contest #354
“Tallest man you’ll ever see,” Wally said. “I swear.” “But that was fourteen years ago,” Laura said. “Oh yeah, Mark was already old by then. If Mark’s alive, he’s at least retired. Scared the hell out of us kids though. He was literally twice our height.” “Thank God you’re all grown now, huh?” Laura said and pinched his arm. Wally looked at her just long enough to smile before returning his eyes to the road. “His brother too. Officer Joe. Just as tall as Mark. Like some real creatures, the Schmidt twins.” Wally glanced at her again but Laur...
Weekly Contest #351
Dear Katherine, I’ve always hated those people who name their diaries. I swore I’d never do it. You’re just a book. But the name Katherine has just been in my head. So I figured why not? I can always change it. One day you’re Katherine, and poof, the next day you’re back to being just a book. So keep that in mind, Katherine. Update on that Felicity situation: she’s gone. Like full on disappeared. They made the official call on her dad. I guess no one told that moron about drinking and driving. Like have a little self control. And just like t...
Weekly Contest #349
There was one person who knew the codes, Alexander Vanderhoff III, and he died officially of a heart attack at 3AM on December 17th surrounded by the half-naked, luxury-pill-popping party-goers most only see in movies. Alexander had made his first million that day through security systems. The big sale had been completed on December 1st to his brother Michael, international mall tycoon. Installation was completed on the first mall on the 16th. And from that point on, the mall would turn into an impenetrable egg of steel every night at 12AM a...
Weekly Contest #345
This is it. All of it. And I don’t even know your last name. No ID in the wallet. But I did leave the wallet in the suitcase and left the twenty in the wallet. Someone else should be here, doing this. Not me. I don’t know if this is what you would have wanted, with the whole ocean thing. Some people get their ashes dumped in the sea. This is like that, I guess. And you like the ocean, said you loved the smell. And even from up here on the pier, the salt is thick in my nose. I weigh the suitcase, not ready to throw it over from the pier. With...
Weekly Contest #341
“She’ll be here,” AJ said. “The money?” “She’ll have the money.” AJ shifted and looked at the rearview mirror. The driver had sunglasses on, but AJ was sure the driver was looking at him. AJ quickly looked away. “You know what happens if there’s no money?” the driver said. “Every Thursday at two, the front desk books her a ride to the farmer’s market. She’ll be out in a minute. I swear.” “Could she have already been picked up?” the driver said. The sunglasses made his gaze seem unblinking. AJ shook his head. “No. I called and canceled the ri...
Weekly Contest #340
I have spent the last four days in the basement, hiding from the woman upstairs. The nights have been cold, tonight especially. But there is an exposed copper pipe that I use to keep warm. The heat is comforting, essential even, but most of all, I’m drawn to the pipe because the rats are drawn to the pipe. They scurry around, chirping. A single beam of light comes from under the door and down the stairs, spearing through the otherwise black basement and reflecting off the rats’ black eyes. I see and hear the rats in flashes, but most of all,...
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