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Weekly Contest #69
“Hey, babe?” Matt called out with a muffled mouth. He regrettably swallowed, but only to clear his mouth and esophagus. “What’s up?” Meredith asked, her face twisted with concern. Matt blinked and gulped a glass of water to wash away the aftertaste that was still unfortunately lingering on his tongue. “There’s something wrong with the stuffing.” Meredith grabbed a spoonful from the taste-test batch. “Seems ok to me,” she said, helping herself to the next bite. “There’s something in it. It’s…” “Cranberries. I wanted sort of a historically acc...
Weekly Contest #59
“It’s a unique inheritance, I’ll give you that,” Mom said to Dad. From the third story view of the clocktower, we could see the intersecting streets of the tiny town and its rural farms. “How does someone get elected mayor when they don’t even live in the city or run for office? How do you just leave someone an entire city in your will?” I snarked. I’m not exactly thrilled to be uprooted right before high school because of my eccentric great-grandfather. I had friends, I had a life. I almost had a date with the cutest guy going into the fre...
Weekly Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” Masie whispered to Juniper. The horse whinnied and nudged her with its nozzle. “Unlike Mamm and Daed, Juniper and I both know you’re not really going to visit our cousin in Jacob’s Pillow like you say,” her sister Sarah said, walking into the barn. “You won’t tell, will you?” “Nein. Everyone has to have a rumspringa sometime. Just be careful. Don’t forget to change out of your Englisher clothes before you come back.” “Sarah, I should tell you where I am actually going…” Masie began. “As long as you’re safe, Masie, th...
The Day it Happened Lisandra Bergey October 30th, 1938 The day it happened, Tony Zambelli was spending another unsuccessful Sunday night trying to get somewhere with Victoria Carlson down at Love’s Cove along California coastline. After kissing for several minutes, Victoria wriggled to sit up a little straighter. She smoothed the skirt Tony came nowhere close to shuffling and check the perfectly buttoned blouse. Tony sighed and clasped her hand. “You know, the preacher made a good point. Jesus may be coming back any day. We may not be here ...
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