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Weekly Contest #372
The sound of a loud, growling engine jolted me from a dream. “Bleh.” I tugged my tangled hair from my mouth and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. What in the world was that? Groaning, I dragged myself from bed and padded toward the window. I pulled aside the purple-spotted drapes and spied a massive black truck parked in the weed-covered yard of the house next door. Who in their right mind would freaking move at two in the morning? The driver cut the engine, and the rumbling finally ceased. A dark figure jumped from the truck, walked to the hou...
Weekly Contest #167
The bell rang as the door opened. She could smell how old the post office was. It had been there long before her grandparents were born in that tiny town. It was a comforting smell until now. It had been a familiar smell that wrapped around her tiny body, now, now it was squeezing the breath from her lungs when she realized the newspaper stand was empty. "No, no no!" The little girl panicked. Frantically she ran around the post office, tossing envelopes around, hoping an extra would be hiding underneath. She looked under the waste basket, an...
Weekly Contest #163
She stared after his retreating figure, heart racing, mind numb. How did her life come to this? She was so careful, so mindful of the things that could have dragged her down, the pitfalls that could have stopped her from building the life she wanted. Memories flashed back. Her parents were so proud of her degree, she was proud of her degree. She worked so hard, she was going to go far. The thousands of hours spent building her life up, adjusting the knobs and dials, perfecting her life just so. Fitting her life into the perfect cube stacked ...
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