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“Montreal! Last call for Montreal!” The conductor’s voice thundered over the low hum of the Amtrak train at St. Albans Station. He frowned at the crowd huddled on the platform waiting to board. “Inside, folks, let’s go. This autumn storm is coming through faster than expected.”A rush of travelers surged for the doors, collars turned up against the wet wind. Mel reached for her quilted duffle, but Caleb gripped the handle, his knuckles white against the cloth. He searched her deep brown eyes, finding nothing.“Are you really doing this?” His v...
Weekly Contest #279
Lost & Found The train lurched forward, jolting me out of a melancholy daydream. The hiss of escaping steam did little to soothe my pounding head, as the clattering wheels screeched away from the station. My stomach churned in protest as I stared out the window, expecting the usual blur of industrial grime and graffitied walls. Instead, a sparkle caught my eye. Perhaps it was a trick of the sun, or the tequila talking, or maybe it was the spirit of Christmas coming to call. Whatever the reason, the shimmering light ...
Weekly Contest #269
The plan was foolproof, as solid as any plan hatched by two mischievous gnomes could be. Twig and Thistle, dwarflings by different mothers, had stumbled upon the dragon’s lair by pure luck. Not wasting any time, the brothers—half-gnome, half-dwarf—had cooked up an elaborate scheme to infiltrate the hidden cavern and steal the coveted eggs. Snatching the dragon’s pride-and-joy would make them rich beyond their wildest dreams.“This here’s our ticket to immortality!” Twig announced, polishing the elaborate drone he’d concocted from ol...
Weekly Contest #239
The worst part of being the wife of a rock star is that everyone expects an autograph. My husband, Jimmy is standing on the stage, wiping sweat from his brow and rolling a fistful of cables. His band just finished a rollicking 60’s tribute concert, after a double encore. Less than a half-hour ago, the fans begged for more, stomping their feet and fist-bumping the air, “One more song! One more song!”The bandmates looked at each other, the pianist smashed the black keys, and the band ripped into a wild rendition of Elton John’s “Fun...
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