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Weekly Contest #113
This is my worst nightmare. I’d had a very exhausting couple of months with work and two teenage daughters pulling me in all directions. Each time I’m taken back to that night, my clothes become wringing wet with the fearful memory of that night. Driving along the winding country roads in the darkness of the moonless night was stressful, and the cloying heat of midsummer caused my back to stick against the car seat; sticky wetness created an annoying itch, forcing me to rub my upper torso hard against the back of the seat. I almost lost cont...
Weekly Contest #97
Gazing out my open window earlier tonight, a portrait appeared. In an artist’s rendition of grey hued charcoals shading the horizon. Several hours later, the moonless gloom throws irregular silhouettes of the stark trees, eerie images touching the night. I adjusted my glasses, returned my gaze to the window. I shrieked in horror. Black Crowes, hundreds of black Crows, were plunging towards earth at breakneck speed. Dark missiles of feathers and flesh aiming sharp beaks, spearing bodies. Mesmerised, terrified. I couldn’t move. My gut convuls...
Weekly Contest #79
The stamp All mothers are caring. My mother was uncaring. Does that make all mothers uncaring? Not entirely correct. If you had hurt yourself; or someone had hurt you; or an animal became injured, my mother nursed us or the animal, in the most caring of ways. I remember being carried home by my mother after one of my siblings ran home to get her when a rock had hit me in the mouth. It was a rock fight amongst a few of the neighbourhood kids. I remember her carrying me home in a daze with blood dribbling from my mouth. It must have bee...
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