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Weekly Contest #376
The Paratrooper September 8, 1967 – Midnight Awakened by a loud explosion that seemed to stem from the vacant field across the street, Scott clutched his bedsheet as flashes of light seeped through the roller blinds. He bolted to his brother’s bed, shocked to see that the blast hadn’t woken him. In a state of confusion, he dragged a captain’s chair toward the window, slowly opened the blinds and sat down. His eyes grew wide once he saw men jumping from planes and floating like jellyfish across a murky ocean sky, hitting the ground and rolli...
Weekly Contest #226
“What’s the matter? Did you taste something sour?” Marty looked at his girlfriend, Alice, when he heard the spoon drop into her cereal bowl. “No, I didn’t taste anything sour,” Alice mimicked. “I just got a text from your sister, Norma.” She held the phone to Marty’s face. “She is reminding me about dinner this evening. I mean, how can I forget although I wish I could. She’s been sending me messages for over a month now, and this time she texts me the recipe for mashed potatoes. I mean, really? Last year she told me to make sure I follow the...
Weekly Contest #225
Ben pressed his ear against the door to his mother’s bedroom and could hear her weeping. She had been crying every morning for over a month and she had a good reason to. He backed away from the door and walked down the hall. He stepped into the kitchen and stared at the lifeless space. He missed his mother humming happily, while she prepared breakfast for him and his father. The bold aroma of coffee percolating, along with the smell of bacon sizzling woke him up every morning around seven. But not anymore. He imagined his father with his arm...
Weekly Contest #224
Sally lurched forward from bed and tried to catch her breath. Her hands were in a prayer position while she clutched the satin top sheet between them. She scanned the dark room until fragments of light were visible through the bedroom blinds. Her heartbeat returned to a normal pace once she saw her husband sleeping soundly next to her. “It was only a dream,” she said to herself, as her head hit the pillow. “It was only a dream.” She turned to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her. “Three-thirty-two,” she said quietly and moan...
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