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Weekly Contest #350
“Thank goodness,” I sigh with relief. I’d just finished writing the latest chapter of my latest novel, “The Grisly Ghost of Candelabra Manor.” Catchy title, don’t you think? I roll my stiff shoulders back a few times and stand, waiting for the last page to pop out of the printer. To celebrate, I’ll grab another cup of Kona coffee–why not? Over my limit but what the heck! I head to the kitchen, designing the novel’s book cover in my mind. Something glitzy, like the latest novels out there–maybe a shiny black cover with a glittering gold...
Weekly Contest #333
A Thanksgiving Mishap Once again I was asked to make my “yam casserole” for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. However, I don’t use yams, people! I use sweet potatoes. Yams are very starchy bland tubers whereas sweet potatoes are not starchy, they’re creamy and have lots of sugar. Grocery stores mislabel these two all the time. Well, they do look a lot alike, that’s for sure. They both come in shades of four colors: brown, orange, purple and white. My sweet potato casserole is bright orange with marshmallows melted on top. If I don’t use ...
Weekly Contest #321
THE RING OF TRUTH “Matt, bro, guess what! I’m going to PROPOSE and will you please design the ring for me? “Propose to who?” Matt frowned. “Angie, of course, dude. Who else would I be asking?” “But you only just met her.” “Bro, it’s been two months since you introduced us. Time waits for no man. Strike while the iron’s hot! I can’t let her get away.” Hell no, I won’t design it, Matt thought. He was gobsmacked. He rued the day he'd introduced Randy to the girl he loved. No way will I design the ring! He stared at Randy, his rival, the g...
Weekly Contest #315
THE GHOST ORCHID I would never guess that peeking into a redwood grove would change my life forever. One day when vacationing in northern California, I decided to walk a popular trail in Humboldt County, known for its glorious redwood trees. The entrance to the trail was hidden by a thick hedge of young redwoods that had been planted by park volunteers. This was unusual, because most trail heads in the park are clearly visible. When I did discover the entrance, I poked my head inside. I was surprised to see that the forest interior looked...
Weekly Contest #289
Anna and Jesse entered the restaurant at 8:00 pm. It was crowded, as expected, suiting their plan perfectly. Rancho Travador was located in the gaslight area of downtown San Diego. With its bright red awnings and outdoor tables with umbrellas, it appealed to people who liked to mix fine dining with a cheery atmosphere. Jesse wore designer jeans with a white polo shirt, looking like a model for GQ magazine. He’d paid more for his joggers than most Californians earned in a week. His face was tanned and ruggedly handsome, and he walked confid...
Weekly Contest #209
My story begins with me peeking into a forest to check out a popular trail in Humboldt County, Northern California. The entrance was hidden by a hedge of young redwood trees planted by park volunteers. When I found the opening I poked my head inside and I was surprised to see that the forest interior looked dark on this sunny day. I saw a wide path disappearing into the dim interior. The forest was hushed and seemed empty of visitors. I felt daunted. Would I be reckless to explore this dark trail by myself? Comsi, comsa—this was what I’d be...
Weekly Contest #194
“Meatball! Don’t you dare sit on my cookies!” Meatball stood on the couch, his tail switching perilously close to my plate of ginger snaps. I held out a cookie to him–he sniffed it politely then promptly sat on my snaps. “You bad thing! Get down!” Normally I don’t have a stash of cookies on the couch, but lately puzzling things happening here in my home and yard have provoked in me a mad craving for sweets. Today it was ginger snaps, yesterday Ghirardelli chocolate bars, the day before the Pioneer Woman’s caramel-fudge-brownie coffee pods...
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