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Weekly Contest #104
The week had started out stormy and the greyness held its grip on the landscape for three full days. On Wednesdays, it had become the unspoken rule for all to meet up at the local pizzeria after their last morning class period at Hemmingford High School. This large group of friends participated in many of the school’s extra curricular activities and often weekend plans were set over a slice of pizza and a Coke. “Let’s all meet for the basketball game on Saturday,” Bill suggested. “I’ll go if I can grab...
Weekly Contest #103
Mike Wynan made the trip to Long Island for his sister’s wedding in the autumn of 1979. Mike Wynan was now about to board the first of three planes for his return trip home to El Paso. He thought about many things during his uneventful flight. Mike Wynan thought how he and many others were fooled by fate. Being just two years older than his sister, Kathy Wynan, enabled both brother and sister to share a large group of mutual friends. Tommy Jarvis dated Ka...
Weekly Contest #80
He was older in his younger years for his endured experience. He was younger in his older years as he tried to make up for years that were lost. He was Mr. Williams. According to our every-day standards, the older Mr. Williams was a bit scrambled with his thinking. He had always enjoyed telling stories and occasional tall tales. It would be up to the listener ...
Weekly Contest #38
Mike must have left the faucet running. He got up from his computer and proceeded toward the kitchen. But, no running water? “Holy macaroni,” Mike heard. “Hi Bertha.” Mike had a deadline to meet for this week’s current work assignment. Clients had been promised a date of April 24. The company always delivered what was promised. Now, Bertha was here for a surprise visit. Mike walked into the living room to receive her. But, no Bertha? Greymour had gotten w...
Weekly Contest #37
“I am Imari. I am from the Pacific region. I am not sure just exactly where I am from. Now, it is just after the second world warstarted. It was a Japanese family that had taken us in, and they had loved us very much. They loved us for the whole time that we were there. But, then, during the war, our house was somewhat blown apart. Amy was killed, and Sandra was burned badly. We had done nothing wrong. Why, then, h...
Weekly Contest #35
George, Al and Mike became good friends over a short period of time in Glens Falls, New York. Each had different backgrounds and interests. Office clerk, hospital laboratory and youth center director. Their points of origin were Long Island, Manhattan, and a small suburb of Glens Falls. Old wooden radios, playing his guitar and basketball diversified the three buddies. What they did have in common was patronizing the downtown watering hole known as “Orsini’s”. Midnight skinny dippi...
Weekly Contest #34
BIRTH OF A LIFE’S ENDEAVOR Bellerose was an average working-class town twenty years following the second world war. Gull Street was a typical street in the lower middle-class community. On the weekdays, the morning sidewalks would be filled with adults rushing to the bus stops on their way to work and the children trudging off to school. Repeat performances would follow in the late afternoon in reverse. On the weekends, throngs of children would fill the street and fro...
Weekly Contest #11
"Hadn’t you better get working on those peas?” Mildred advised her son, Michael. “No television tonight unless you’re a member of the ‘Clean Plate Club’. Look at how well your sister is doing. Her peas are gone!” Michael knew that his younger sister had tricks up her sleeve, and a few peas in her pocket, as well. Kathy had become an early master of the art. Why, she might grow up to be a magician! As big as they are, Kathy could make sliced carrots go away w...
Weekly Contest #9
“What flavor is that?” Holly asked. “I know, it’s not my usual, but every so often I like banana. Don’t you ever get tired of the same old strawberry?” Olga responded. “Nope. If we’re at Baskin-Robbins, their strawberry’s the best,” Holly replied flatly. “Just a matter of fact.” It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in ...
Weekly Contest #5
The curse had found Blake in his first year at the all boy’s high school. The class roster in each class remained the same throughout the day. For each student, his class was a second family. Rather than have a gym class every day, each student had their gym class just twice each week. The advantages were less locker room time each week and a longer gym class time. The extended gym class allowed for full basketball games and greater sweat production. Showers would be requir...
Weekly Contest #4
Tongo and Louie were arriving back to the apartment when Albert peered out of his window. He preferred sitting at the picnic table, as he enjoyed watching the passersby. He would wave, and often get a wave back. Occasionally, he would make a new friend! The simple things that most people never think about were very important to him. He understood that he was mentally-challenged, and it was the parade of passersby that served as an ongoing lesson in how an average person would look, dress and socialize. It was his method, and that's that! He ...
Weekly Contest #2
"Well, Mike, what's the tally for this week so far? Teresa asked, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She then squeezed a lemon wedge all over her pizza slice as her mind wondered over the number that Mike would admit to her. "Slow week, but then school is out. It will pick up again in about six weeks. Just three so far, but there's two more days left to go for this week. Squeezing lemon juice onto your pizza slice is disgusting, you know?" Mike snapped playfully. He smiled as...
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