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Weekly Contest #267
Mother Nature was in a foul mood. The sky, pitch black, rumbled and roared with intention. Streaks of light flashed across the sky and filled the air with electricity. The wind had a low growl as it tossed between the trees. It was a downpour. I struggled with the house key as I balanced a bag of groceries in my other hand. I turned the knob and quickly closed the door behind me. I dropped the keys and bent over to pick them up. I hesitated when I saw the red heart chain attached to the keys. It was a gift that I had tortured myself with. I...
Weekly Contest #266
“You are the dullest man that I have ever met,” he said with a flamboyant shrill. He was tall in my doorway. His curlers, wrapped tightly around his black hair, nearly touched the top of the frame. He had his arms crossed in an accusatory way with a condescending look on his face. His chocolate skin was smooth and his fuzzy pink robe pulled against his muscles. He had matching pink slippers, a size thirteen. He had a square, leather backpack; the straps tight around his shoulders. “Come on honey,” he smacked his lips at me, “We got work to d...
Weekly Contest #264
Greggory Thomas was a moderately happy man. He had a decent job, which he hated; a cheap car without any mechanical issues, a balding spot on the top of his head and a gut which hung lower than he felt was needed. Most importantly, he had a bride-to-be who was just as moderately happy as he was. His life was good and he was a good, yet boring man. Monica Krill was a liar. They had been together for three years and two months to the day. They met online, then again for coffee. Since the second date, they couldn’t keep their hands off each oth...
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