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Weekly Contest #372
It was the worst day of my life and everybody was useless. All they could say was:“It will get better.”“Time will heal.”“You’ll be okay.”What a load of bullshit. That’s all I could think listening to their platitudes. What did they know? They didn’t know what it was like inside my head, they didn’t have a god damn clue. They don’t tell you about the nights you will lie awake because every time you close your eyes you relive it all over again. They don’t tell you how quiet your house will be after you’ve spent nine months expecting to hear th...
Weekly Contest #371
Martin had been driving for longer than he realised when his hands started trembling again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles began to whiten, keeping his tired eyes fixed on the road ahead. The highway stretched out beneath the headlights of his Ford Escape, empty in both directions. Every so often, a road sign appeared out of the darkness, caught in the lights for a second before disappearing behind him. Another sign glowed in the distance against the night. A rest stop.Martin glanced at his fuel gauge. He knew...
Weekly Contest #357
I had been in the shelter for longer than I could remember. I hated it there. The other dogs barked and whined all day and night. I understood why, none of us wanted to be there but it was still irritating. The smell of wet fur mixed with bleach made my nose ache. We were looked after by the humans who worked there but it was horrible. I couldn’t ever see myself leaving. Every day I sat in my corner, chewing the yellow tennis ball I loved so much.People came in often, but nobody ever gave me a second look. Even though I was barely grown up m...
Weekly Contest #355
Father Joseph looked around the sea of black in front of him as he stepped towards the lectern. The polished oak at his fingertips was cold to the touch. The lingering smell of candle wax mingled with the scent of the lilies neatly lined up in brass pots along the aisle. He had completed these motions many times before, spoken the same words, watched the same reactions. But he could confidently say that this funeral service was unlike any other he had experienced. Sunlight streamed weakly between the rain clouds building up outside through t...
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