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Weekly Contest #372
12:37 AM. Erik Welker closed his eyes and rolled over, so his back was to the alarm clock. It was a feeble act of defiance. He lay in bed for the past few hours, but he just could not fall asleep. The news reports he had overheard replayed in his head. Acts of violence were being reported in a near-by city. His parents acted like it was normal; just another Tuesday night in America. “This is why we moved out here,” Dad had said. “Every year the cities get worse and worse. And you know it’s because of those people.”&...
Weekly Contest #368
Tatiana Sherikov pulled off of the highway into the parking lot of The Crabapple Inn. The name was cute, but these days the facade certainly embodied it. It was the kind of indigent, two-story motel you see in movies, where people hide when their lives are not going great. Even as she pulled into the space, Tatiana felt her stomach knot up. Marissa McCoy, her best friend since they were kids, was holed up in room 207, according to her last text message. It was the first time Tatiana had heard from her in months. As far as...
Weekly Contest #333
Kevin Doucett pulled into the parking spot at the Martin’s Beach Picnic Area. Before he could even put his car in park he spotted Matt Manning standing by one of the picnic benches. Even after seventeen years, he could pick Matt out instantly. Matt had a signature stoop to his shoulders and a way of holding his cigarette. But mostly, he just looked out of place. His dirty grey t-shirt and blue jeans, both smeared with blotches of dried paint, contrasted with the typical Martin’s Beach crowd of well-to-do yuppies and their families. Kevi...
Weekly Contest #332
Macek Furey stood at the edge of the platform, watching the red clouds billow in the distance. A massive dust storm the size of half a continent was sweeping across the surface of Mars towards the Annex. He took a few moments to look at the storm. The storm almost seemed peaceful, like a giant soft cloud slowly lumbering across the red world. But the more he looked, the more he thought he could sense something deeper and more violent. It would not be accurate to say that he saw something. More like he could feel it with his eyes. It was usin...
No service. Oh well, there are worse things in the world. Danny Wheeler thought as he looked at his phone. The time read 11:47 PM. He put his phone away and turned back to the campfire. This is what he was really up here for. The Liberty Rock campsite, located about 3900 ft up Mount Liberty Rock, offered the perfect weekend getaway for suburbanites like Danny and his two friends. They were far away from any road and even farther from modern civilization. Justin and Allie sat to Danny’s right, cuddling in the glow of the fire. They we...
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