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Weekly Contest #30
At 7:55 a.m., Donovan pressed “15” and the elevator door slid shut. The elevator machinery jerked clumsily. He felt his stomach float as the elevator began its ascent. Fluorescent light beamed from overhead. His diamond cuff links refracted light in blues and greens upon the metal elevator walls. The elevator rumbled and climbed. Donovan could see his unmistakably large nose in the metal reflection. Two weeks ago, Donavan received an unexpected phone call. It was surprising for three reasons. First, his cell number changed weekly and ro...
Weekly Contest #29
“Move to the ring! Now!” I said.I jumped from the pilot pod and down to the ship’s round interior. I unbuckled Amy and Emma, the twins, from their seats and pushed them into the center of the fuselage of our ship, the Möbius 13. “What’s going on?!” Allison said. “Amy, Emma, get back in your seats!” Allison, Amy and Emma's mother, was groggy despite the blare of the siren and flash of the emergency lights. “Ms. Davis, there’s no time to explain,” I said. “C’mon, Roger,” Allison Davis said as she yanked her husband from his seat...
Weekly Contest #28
From the inner recesses of the utility closet where I had been hiding for the past half hour, I heard the wedding party enter the reception hall. The jocund din of family, friends, and guests rattled the closet door. I forgot to tune my guitar before I climbed into this coffin. But Red stayed in tune all night last night at the country club cover gig. She would probably be in tune when I popped out of the closet, plugged her into the DJ’s sound system, and slid onto the upper corner of the dance floor for the couple’s first dance. The bride’...
Shortlisted for Contest #27 ⭐️
. . . the clack-clack of a moving train. I pulled my left cheek from the worn wooden floor. The planks smelled of tar, dirt, and hay. The open boxcar door rattled as the green countryside zoomed by.I winced as a splinter pierced my palm. I shook my hand up and down to abate the pain. Bales of straw lined the front and back of the box car. In the distance, I heard a soft twittering sound. It reminded me of music producer Brian Eno’s synth line in the opening measures of “Once in a Lifetime” by the Talking Heads. How did I get here? I tho...
Weekly Contest #26
A few decades ago, I did something that I’ve never told anyone. I broke into a Blockbuster Video store. In the small hours of that mid-January morning, the unseasonable Carolina warmth painted a shimmer on the roads, like it had just rained. North Carolina is like that. I stepped from my Honda CRX, which I had parked in plain view in the strip mall parking lot, grabbed my backpack of VHS tapes, and walked around to the back of the store, past the Kroger and the Little Caesar’s pizza. The cartoon “Pizza, Pizza” guy gave me a thumbs up fr...
Weekly Contest #25
“Get in,” David said from the driver’s seat of the white, nondescript Ford Econoline van. Roger negotiated a small snow pile by the sidewalk in front of his porch, opened the door of the van, and got in. David stepped on the gas. Roger rolled up the passenger side window.“You ready?” David said.“I guess so,” Roger said.“Well, you either are or you aren’t. Which is it?” David said.“I’m ready. I’m ready,” Roger said, running his hand through his head of long brown hair. He tied his hair up in a pony tail so that it was off of the shoulder...
Shortlisted for Contest #24 ⭐️
I had been walking in the desert for what seemed like days. I was thirsty. My radiator went kaput somewhere on I-10 last night. No cell reception out here. The desert night comforted me—beautiful stars and comet trails. But after the sun rose, the temperature shot up far too quickly. By the time the sun was directly overhead, my legs felt like rubber and my tongue was swollen. In the distance, what looked like a town from the Old West arose. One dirt road split two rows of shabby buildings. “Water,” I said out loud to myself. I blinked ...
Weekly Contest #23
“I can’t see, Elaine. I’m pulling over,” I said. “What the . . . Why is it snowing?” Elaine said.Elaine had been texting, surfing the web, checking Facebook, on Twitter, and adding to her Instagram story since I had offered her a ride home fifteen minutes ago. When she gets on social media, it’s like she has horse blinders on. I mean, she didn’t even notice when it started snowing five minutes ago. The light snow had compounded quickly into a blizzard.“When did they call for snow?” Elaine said.“I don’t think they did,” I said. “Shi...
Weekly Contest #22
“What do you want to do for New Year’s, Ollie?” Sara said.“I don’t celebrate New Year’s, love,” Oliver said as he flipped the end of his silver cufflink. “Really? Why not?”“It’s all silliness if you ask me,” Oliver said. “I think it’s kind of fun. You get together with your friends, have a few drinks, and do the big countdown. How’s that silly?” Sara said.“People drink way too much on New Year’s. Alcohol related automobile accidents increase by over 70% between six and midnight on New Year’s Eve. You’re asking for trouble if you’re...
Weekly Contest #21
“Kashmir” played over the house speakers. My mind drifted to the streets of Marrakesh, a place I had never been. The heat, the vendors, and the bodies there, squashed together, probably smelled worse than the bar I tended. But how would I know? I’ve never been anywhere. The Christmas lights brightened the often low lit pub. Gossamer’s wasn’t the kind of place you drank at if you wanted to be seen. With the lights out, it’s less dangerous — at least, that’s what Cobain will say over the JBLs before the night is through. I trust him. So w...
Weekly Contest #20
A dolphin swam along side the Arcturus. He peeked his left eye up at Sara, winked, and then flipped away into the brine. “Did you see that, Ollie?” Sara said. Oliver stood erect with his hands behind his back. The bow of the Arcturus was three feet wide. Oliver stood in the bow, feet shoulder width apart, and stared at Waiheke Island in the distance. “Ollie, did you see the dolphin?” Sara said.“Yes. They are quite magnificent,” Oliver said over the crashing water. His voice cut through the surf, salt, and sea. The sides o...
Weekly Contest #19
The day after my vasectomy, Diane bounced through the door with a copy of Norman Dacey’s How to Avoid Probate. That afternoon, while I convalesced at home with a bag of frozen peas, she went to an estate planning luncheon. “We can set up a living trust and save tons of money!” she said. “Prostate?” I asked.“Probate, silly,” she said. $5,000 later, we had this huge binder of incomprehensible documents. Diane was a runner. I liked that she had her own thing apart from us. She did races all the time. Sometimes, they’d be in ...
Shortlisted for Contest #18 ⭐️
Walking through the thrift store, I ran my fingers along the secondhand jackets. A navy blue wool jacket hid matching slacks inside its cover. A subdued flannel blazer reminded me of Christmas. A gray herringbone sport jacket whispered undisclosed panache.I bought the herringbone. While it diminished this morning’s t-shirt coffee stains, the jacket smelled like an odd naphthalene, like moth balls. As I rambled home, I admired the jacket’s meticulous weave. I peeked inside the jacket’s front chest pocket. For a moment, I thought the prev...
Weekly Contest #17
My mother sliced the turkey’s breast with the Ginsu knife that my father bought for her last Christmas. A Ginsu knife can cut through a tin can like butter. Last year, on that Christmas morning, right after she ripped open the wrapping paper and saw what Dad had given her, she said, “Oh, Phil, you must trust me!” Dad had a good laugh. Mom sipped her Bloody Mary and gave my dad a look, one that I can only describe as “Ick.” While carving the turkey, my mother paused and took a sip of wine. My father sat at then end of the table, his fing...
Weekly Contest #16
“Don’t step there!” Meg said. “C’mon, Meg,” Jess said. When they started the dig, Jess didn’t mind Meg’s attention to detail. But now, three weeks in, Meg’s meticulousness was working Jess’s nerves. “We have to do this right,” Meg said. Jess paused and chose her words wisely. “Ok,” she said. Sometimes Meg had a point. They were high in the Andes and deep in a cave with a large drop off into what looked like a bottomless abyss below. Meg had placed safety ropes along the edge of the chasm. Every morning, Jess threw ...
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