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Weekly Contest #351
My name is Michael of Nebadon. Nebadon is where you reside- the sector of the universe in which you live. I am your Creator Son. I am not the source of all creation, or what you call God. I am just a representative, and I’m here to reveal the truth of your existence, granted permission to me by Source itself. Our universe, Nebadon, is only a brief sector of all creation; A small piece of cloth in the larger tapestry. Outside ours, there are seven other Super-Universes, and just like ours, they each have a creator son like me. From there, it ...
Weekly Contest #340
Gale bounced his legs as he waited in the lobby. Only two candidates left. The longer he waited, the more nervous he got. Every possible question they could ask swam through his mind. His palms were clammy, and his armpits had a bit of a musk to them.“Goliath Matherson?” The secretary stepped from behind a pair of glass doors as she called out his name.“Yeah, that’s me.” He stood and raised his hand awkwardly.“Follow me, please.” The secretary turned and stepped back through the doors, barely giving him time to catch up.He trailed behind her...
Weekly Contest #339
Some days, the constant white that covers Atlanta in the winter makes me tired, but today, there is a contentedness to it. As I sit here and wait for the storm, I can’t help but remember how I used to feel as a school-age child.Waking up early and watching the TV, waiting for my school’s name to scroll across the screen, the sweet relief of a whole day off once it finally did. I always thought about how much stuff I was going to get done that day, and I never did any of it.Instead, I sat there playing video games and loading up my six-album ...
Weekly Contest #325
“Personal Log: Sui-A932: Everyone is counting on me. That kind of pressure- I thought I could handle it. I haven’t been able to eat or drink properly in the past week. Something just makes me feel awful. I don’t know if the food is spoiled, or if my body is just tired of the mush.” Jared chewed the tiny pieces of skin under his nailbed and watched the red light on the console flicker on and off. He knew it needed fixed, but he was exhausted- forty-eight hours of no sleep. He was too afraid to sleep- it’s what got him into this mess in the fi...
Weekly Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The greens were fading to beautiful reds and yellows, signaling Autumn was on the way. As a kid, it was always my favorite time of year. Cool evenings spent around the firepit, horror movie marathons, everything and anything pumpkin flavored. It reminded me of home and it brought me comfort. I grew up on a farm. The springs were busy and the summers were long and hot. Fall always brought with it a nice respite. When I was little I would ride the tractors to the pumpkin patches and help...
Weekly Contest #62
“I think this is it.” Carean mumbles to himself. He pulls his backpack off his shoulder and begins to rummage through it. “Not that. Nope. Did I forget it? Ah, no here it is.” He grabs the journal and opens to the bookmarked page. A large tree, twisted and beautiful, is drawn across it. A large X is drawn at its base, near a large root and a hole in the trunk. Carean searches for the spot. Once he finds it, he removes the small garden shovel from his backpack and crams it into the earth. Clink! His shovel strikes something metal. “...
Weekly Contest #59
I awake to the usual; Hurried footsteps clacking on pavement. I peek my head out from underneath my shell of warmth and watch as the people rush by. A few of them barely glance my way. A few of them make eye contact, quickly looking away in disgust and shame. I know a few of them care but the busy city life drags them forward. I wonder if any of them think of me throughout the day? Maybe they feel guilty for not dropping a coin in my bucket? Maybe they think about how they could save the sandwich they just tossed in the trash and give it to ...
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