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Weekly Contest #348
Thump…Thump…It wasn’t the quiet that comes after everyone has gone to bed. It was heavier than that. It pressed from every corner, filling the space between the bed, the chair, the walls, until the only thing left in it was the sound I couldn’t stop listening to.Thump…Thump…I sat beside her and listened.Everyone else was asleep. They had been for hours. The light from the hallway stretched across the floor and stopped just before the bed. The room smelled like soap and disinfectant.Her breathing caught and dragged, then went quiet for a mome...
Weekly Contest #347
The sign over the square read: "Welcome to Bramble Ridge Harvest Fair." Bria ducked under it with a crate balanced against her hip. The scent of cinnamon and fried dough was in the air. The low sound of conversation was all around her. It was the same scene every year. The same booths in the same spots, the same people walking around, and the same expectations.She set her crate on the long wooden table in front of her and took a deep breath. “Morning, Bria,” Mrs. Winston called out from two tables away. “You’re here early.”“I like having a f...
Weekly Contest #346
Text MessageFrom: EthanTo: AudreyTuesday, 9: 47 PMHey, you left your headphones at my place.Text Message From: AudreyTo: EthanTuesday, 9:52 PMOh, no, my favorite ones?Text MessageFrom: EthanTo: AudreyTuesday, 9:53 PMThe big over-ear ones, yeah. I can drop them off tomorrow if you want.Text MessageFrom: AudreyTo: EthanTuesday, 9:55 PMThat would be great. Sorry for the trouble.Text MessageFrom: EthanTo: AudreyTuesday, 10:14 PMI may have accidentally seen what you were listening to when I plugged them into my laptop.Text MessageFrom: AudreyTo: ...
Weekly Contest #345
The Last Table on the Train The man had been taking a sip of water when the waiter came up to the table, a woman walking behind him.The train rocked beneath the dining car. A rolling motion that made the water in the glasses slosh and the silverware clink against the plates. Outside the window, beside the table, fields were sliding past in a dim glow of early evening.“I’m very sorry,” the waiter said, lowering his voice. “It appears we double-booked this reservation.”The woman had a folded ticket in her hand and an uneasy look on her face, r...
Weekly Contest #344
One More Dance The fiddler lifted his bow and called, “One more before the break.”Boots shuffled closer to the dance floor. The wooden boards creaked under the weight of a dozen couples already lining up. Lanterns strung across the rafters cast a warm glow across the barn walls, and dust hung faintly in the air where people had tracked it in the gravel lot.Ellie stood near the doorway, fingers curled around a rough wooden post. She had been standing there most of the night.Music filled the room, bright and quick, the kind that made people la...
Weekly Contest #342
Embers at Juniper Ridge The first time Cora Bellemy met Wade Ashcroft, she was standing in mud, arguing with a goat. “This is not how we treat our guests. You can’t jump on them and chew on their yoga mats.” She informed the goat. Who was standing there, chewing on her coat zipper?“Doesn’t seem to be listening to you.”The voice came from behind her, low and gravelly, like it had been carved out of pine bark.Cora turned too fast, boots slipping, and hands waving in the air. She would have landed face-first in the mud if a hand hadn’t reached ...
I am in my grandmother’s attic when the book takes me from my life and places me somewhere else.The attic stretches the length of the house, narrow and low, with a sharply slanted roof that forces me to walk hunched forward. Thick wooden beams cross overhead, darkened by decades of heat and dust. Every surface is coated in a gray film that softens edges and dulls color. The air smells of cedar, old paper, and insulation that has long since lost its purpose. When I move, the dust rises and settles again slowly, as if the room itself resists d...
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