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Weekly Contest #263
There’s nothing like disappearing at will right before my enemy is about to attack. I don’t wear a cape or any kind of costume. I like to blend in with the crowd so that my enemy, the evil Captain Radar, cannot spot me as easily. It was a cold winter morning in an abandoned industrial park. I was trying to take some short cut to the other side of town because I was running late to an important business meeting. Scattered debris and thick smog permeated the desolate place. The overturned, half buried cannisters resembled tombstones. As I was ...
Weekly Contest #261
I stand there half drenched from head to toe in my cheapest throwaway t shirt and khakis as I wrestle with the coiled-up garden hose above my head. The number of flowers in the garden center had been slowly dwindling for weeks, and my boss made it very clear that this seasonal gig would be over by the end of the month. My mind raced with thoughts about what I was going to do next. Sure, I was still living with my parents, but I had to keep this train moving so that I could change that and more. I mindlessly sprayed a tomato plant with p...
Weekly Contest #215
The one thing I can’t stand more than anything else in this world is the smell of rotting corpses, and that foulest of stenches consumes every part of my nose. This is supposed to be a haunted house, not a graveyard. Or did they simply up the scare factor by making things all too real? I can’t see anything. I tiptoe through what feels like an endless underground tunnel, each step inviting a new level of uncertainty. Sometimes I imagine I’m on a railroad track because a hard metal digs into the soles of my feet. Other times it’s a squishy m...
Weekly Contest #181
Fly away. Fly away. Those are the words that hummed in my head and would stick with me forever. I took a good look at the winding stone path in front of me which was surrounded by a rolling expanse of bright green. Groups of flowers dotted the landscape and a flock of squawking birds flew over the blue horizon. In the back of my mind, I thought of all the memories from so long ago - the memories that would help me get through this journey. Taking a final look back I said my mental goodbyes to the rocky path leading up from civilization. ...
Weekly Contest #147
The light from the projector went out all at once. Tim was terrified that he had went blind in that moment because of the absolute darkness all around him. Then he heard chattering from other moviegoers. He heard someone in front of him mention something about the lights. There were voices. Voices everywhere. But he could see nothing. Tim felt the fuzzy armrests next to him and the soda in the slot at the end of the armrest. When he grabbed the bulky cup, he could feel the condensation running down the side and between his fingers. He lifted...
Weekly Contest #140
In all of his years, there was one day that Lee liked to look back on more than any other besides his marriage and the birth of his three children. Thinking about it always gave him a broad smile. “What is it, dear?” Dana asked. “You look very happy right now.” Lee looked over at her as they both swung back and forth on the glider in the back of their house. Her wrinkled skin was aged with moles, protruding veins, and liver spots. The gray hair on her head was wrapped in a neat bun. And the hazel eyes behind her glasses shone with a blinding...
Weekly Contest #137
The lights in the house flickered. Maybe those light bulbs are bad, Jay thought. The entire house began to shake. It’s probably just a minor earthquake. We get those sometimes. The pipes in the kitchen sink burst and water started spraying all over the floor. Looks like I’ll need to call a plumber. No big deal. The whole roof was ripped off the top of the house like a band aid. A giant flying saucer hovered above the house, emitting a brilliant greenish glow onto the exposed interior. All of Jay’s years of therapy amounted to nothing...
Weekly Contest #135
Dale walked along one of the rickety bridges right above a beast’s den. His tan Beasts for Adoption uniform was soaked and plastered to his skin. A patch on his shirt with a flying dragon had the letters “BFA” imprinted over it. New beads of sweat continued to trickle down his forehead as the sun beat down. The mailbag attached to his hip spilled the tiniest amount of tiny green glowing crystals as he struggled to keep his footing on an uneven plank. He grabbed the ropes on both sides and regained his balance. The beast below, its face uptu...
Charles peered through the portal. The silhouette of a man stood on a balcony holding a wine glass. The portal rippled like a lake with a skipping stone bounced off of it. The blue shadows of the man’s frame slowly started to fade like a mirage. But before the image was completely gone, Charles caught the faintest glimpse of a winged creature with horns and devilish claws emerge into sight behind the man with the wine glass. Its bright red eyes radiated like a candle on top of a mountain on a dark, clear night. The mouth had a wolfish g...
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