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Weekly Contest #145
*warning for crude language and anatomical body parts*I’m alone in my king-sized bed, trying to drift off to sleep, but the argument buzzes around my brain. I’m not a narcissist, I’m not a male chauvinist pig, nor am I selfish. Why on earth would Sarah think these things of me. She wants to know how I’d like to be treated the same way. Well, I think I treat her like a princess.I mean… I take her to the pub every Friday night… well… at least when it’s not “guys night out”…Who does she thinks buys her flowers from the supermarket? Who gives he...
Weekly Contest #131
As the diminutive figure stepped down from the Greyhound coach in Bairnsdale, Victoria, head down, dark tresses firmly held in place by a blood-red knitted beanie, Lisa Stephens glanced up surreptitiously through hooded hazel eyes, to see if she’d caught any unwanted attention. So far, so good. Jerking the dark leather hoodie over her head, Lisa strode quickly to the luggage retrieval area at the far end of the coach station, promptly grabbed her luggage and hurried over to the cab rank. Dressed in black jeans and black urban boots, the cr...
Weekly Contest #128
Amy lifted the whistling steel kettle from the gas stove, using a blue gel pot holder. Carefully pouring the boiling water over the tea leaves in the glass teapot, she absently reached for her mug. Amy liked to drink her tea from a white china mug. After years of Nursing and grabbing the first available cup, Amy couldn’t now bring herself to drink tea out of any mug unless she could see the bottom of it.Having strained the tea leaves, she poured her first drink of tea for the day. Sitting back in her recliner chair, Amy cradled the mug in tw...
Weekly Contest #127
Through the eyes of a childI’m cozy and warm in my bed, dreaming that I’m sailing on the ocean with my Dad on his twenty-foot yacht, the “Blue Lagoon.” The sun is twinkling like tiny diamonds on the water, and the fierce wind is billowing the sails. We are well in front and look a dead cert to win the Race. Lifting my face to the sun, I drink in Its velvety warmth. In reality, I’m not on a yacht, I’m in a hospital bed with rails at each side, and I’m in a vegetative state. I think that’s what they call it. Or medically known as “Locked-insid...
Weekly Contest #126
WARNING: THIS STORY IS VERY GRAPHIC AND MAY BE EXTREMELY DISTURBING TO PEOPLE SUFFERING FROM MENTAL ILLNESS. It’s that dreaded time of year again. My memories, chaotic at the best of times, are a jumble of actual, fictional and hugely distorted. Why does New Year's Eve always elicit these thoughts? It’s a rhetorical question, of course, because on this day, ten years ago, New Year's Eve was the nightmare to rival all nightmares. Where my baby sister, at the tender age of eleven, chose to end her life. I have vivid recollections of when ...
Weekly Contest #125
The beginning of the end. The first weird occurrence was when everyone woke up late for work. We had no idea of the time because every clock, watch and mobile phone in the world, had stopped. Time stood still, yet it was fluid, and the world had changed. Buses and trains couldn’t run because there was no way to coordinate services without time. We couldn’t go to school because there was no way of knowing when we should attend. Teachers would turn up, and there would be no students. Students would turn up, and there’d be no teachers. ...
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