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Weekly Contest #373
“Watch yourselves past the last river marker,” the old man said, his eyes half closed under the glaring sunlight. “The bush never forgets, and it don’t like visitors who don’t know how to tread light.”“Every guide from here to Matura say the same thing,” Mark said. “This is not we first hike Mr. Hosein. We ain't amateurs.”“I not talking about that,” the old man replied. “There are spirits in the forest that-”“Really?” Mark asked. “Jumbie stories?”The group laughed. Mark laughed the loudest as he adjusted the strap of his heavy backpack.“No...
Weekly Contest #372
“A soucouyant do that.”Anand Persad was standing at the front of the class with most of his fellow students surrounding him. There was a purple bruise on his right arm and for the life of him, he didn’t know where it came from. It didn’t hurt, even after all the pokes it got from his friends.“I telling you,” his friend Kareem said. “I telling all of you. A soucouyant do that.”“Soucouyants aren’t real,” a commanding voice said, causing the crowd to disperse. “Also, you are to speak in Standard English in my class. No Trinidadian Creole. Pleas...
Weekly Contest #371
When Vik finally made it into the restroom at the Calypso Rest Stop, he leaned over the sink and threw up until his knees gave way. He started to cold sweat and sob uncontrollably. “What do I do?” he kept asking himself. After a few dry heaves, he pulled himself up and saw a ghastly face in the mirror. He shuddered. He opened the tap to wash down his vomit and then splashed some of the lukewarm water on his face. “What do I do?” He looked around at the old, dilapidated washroom and began to think. He then started pacing around the piss smell...
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