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Weekly Contest #349
Beneath barren trees that loomed high in what remained of the forest, Roddy held his breath and pushed his face deep into the wet mud as he crawled toward the peak of the mountain. He pulled the map from his back pocket and opened it as drops of rain fell. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling in the cold. The map had been marked with all the places he’d looked, the miles and miles of places they could have taken her. The map was 200 miles radius of the area between Philadelphia and New York, with parts of Pennsylvania and New Jersey. ...
Weekly Contest #317
25.2 Sarah climbed back into the boat, pushed off the dock, and turned on the engine as the smell of gasoline filled the air and the first dribble of rainfall fell onto her coat. (Who, where). Ten minutes later, as rain drops fell hard on Sarah and the mist became like a curtain, Sarah pulled at the collar of her raincoat. (Theme signal) She wanted to go home. She wanted to get back in bed with Annalee and tell her Mommy loves her and she’s sorry for not being there before. That after tonight things w...
Weekly Contest #316
The people who live in that part of Jersey City, between Bergen Avenue and Lincoln Park, have always talked about what that noise is. It happens eleven in the evening, when the traffic is finally dying down and the shops have closed. You’ll hear it coming from an old apartment building. For some, it sounds like a sick man crying out, for others, it sounds like two people arguing. It depends on who you ask. But tonight, someone get’s angry enough to call it in. And its Officer Robbie who responds. The night began with Officer Ro...
Weekly Contest #315
The gravel at the edge of the tracks rock Samuel’s ’04 Red Chevy, and as he presses on the breaks, red and blue lights erupt behind him. Samuel turns around. The lights from the police cruiser flash, consuming the darkness. He reaches for the blanket lying over the passenger seat, throws it over the bloodstained shovel sitting on the seat. He grips the steering wheel. Sits straight up. It’s well past midnight and he doesn’t have much time. Turning around, Samuel takes a deep breath. Jackson is sitting on the right. His eyes are tow...
Weekly Contest #264
Rhys stood beneath the bright chandelier in the threshold of his parent’s mansion, staring though the windows wondering how close he was to a liquor store when he caught a glimpse of two men standing on their driveway, peering into the house. “Rhys,” Abigail said, tapping him on the shoulder, her thin fingers pressing against his shoulders. “This is bad Mom,” R...
Weekly Contest #252
The music was the sound of someone dying. That’s what I heard my first night in the new apartment. It was two in the morning and I lay next to a cum stained mattress left by the prior tenants, eleven empty bottles of Modelo that I hated myself for drinking because it worsened by headaches and no one in their early forty’s should drink that much, and a brown bag that held 3 debit cards equaling $300 minus the cost of the two six-packs. Why that much? Becau...
Weekly Contest #250
Samuel Stills closed the door to his daughter’s bedroom then walked toward the kitchen when his phone vibrated. He reached into his pocket. Give me some good news. But his heart and sinew told him there would be no good news. He raised his phone to his ear. The cold plastic a reminder that nothing in this world is ever easy. He’d spent the last hour at the foot of his daughters bed reading ...
Weekly Contest #232
Russell Ramsey’s handcuff’s clashed against the splintered table when the judge entered the courtroom. The pain in his back was a sharp twisting dagger, and when the judge looked at him he gritted his teeth. Cold air seeped in through the cracked windows. “Have I inconvenienced you Mr. Ramsey?” “No Ma’am.” “Because this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in my courtroom is it?” “Second time.” “It’s the alcohol again isn’t it?” “I’m trying to stop.” “Yet you were seen last night stumbling home while your child was alone.” “I had...
Weekly Contest #223
Bobby peered into the fridge resting atop the small desk in his room when a scream echoed from across the hall. He knew not to question the scream because there would always be another one. That’s how it was in Quirk Hall. The screams that came from room 34 you learned to live with. Since there were no more energy drinks in the fridge, he checked the closet, behind the bed, and under the desk. The anger and frustration and headaches worsened every second he couldn...
Weekly Contest #220
Matthew Hall walked down Locust street, dodging commuters walking toward the subway when the sky opened up and rain fell. He sprinted toward the overpass, slipping on the sidewalk, and when he found shelter his uniform was drenched and his hair soaked. He removed his flask from his coat pocket and lifted his flask to his lips. Took a long sip, then another, and a third, and fourth until the frustration and stress of faking a smile and hauling luggage for entitled t...
Weekly Contest #214
Malcolm crawled over to the window and peered outside. It was past two o’clock in the morning and this was the fourth time in the last hour he couldn’t resist peaking to see if anyone or anything was outside in front of the house. The lights of the living room were off and the house was silent. Outside, the streetlamps flickered and the cold wind pounded the door. He raised his head above the windowsill. He fingered his wedding ring, whispering to himself. Everythi...
Weekly Contest #213
Blake leaned over his desk in the basement of his home, staring at the city planning blue prints and fingering a spool of wire when the sirens went off. The sound tore into his ear drums and echoed across the walls. The sound so loud and deafening it felt as though the earth were shaking. Is actually happening this time? Blake thought. The city plans lay sprawled across the table. A collection of blue prints of office buildings and cul-de sac’s and parks and playg...
Weekly Contest #208
***Language, Violence, and Gore*** When Nick arrived at table six sweat had dripped and dried on the back of his pressed white button-down shirt, and he was only one customer complaint away from getting fired. Chandeliers lit up the dining room. Voices of the other customers echoed behind him, the exhaustive conversations about New York City politics and the desire to help those less fortunate, spoken over steaks and wine and liquor that neither Nick nor any of his fellow servers could afford after weeks of working at this pretentious and po...
Weekly Contest #206
**Language and Violence**“Sins of the Father”When they crossed the state border, a wobbling street sign with decaying letters welcomed them to New Hampshire. Cracks lined the empty highway. The guardrails were bent or absent. The thought of driving off the road and tumbling down the mountain ate at Joseph. He gripped the steering wheel, disappointed in himself that he already missed the sounds of the subways cars and bright lights of the skyscrapers and the immediate urgency and chaos of the city. He cursed beneath his breath and rubbed the ...
Weekly Contest #175
Albert picked up the shovel laying on the grass, gripped the handle, and forced the tip of the blade into the ground.“Didn’t you hear what the realtor said?” “All I heard were ghost stories."“She said we can’t plant anything on the property. No trees. No flowers. Nothing. Didn’t you hear? I thought you were going to start listening more.”“Listening to you maybe. Not some realtor. Besides, I want to plant everywhere on the property. That’s why we bought a house with such open land. To plant.”He dug and looked at Fiona and then he dug som...
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