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Weekly Contest #316
June 3I was kidnapped today for the fourth time this year. They took me straight out of my bed last night, and put me in blindfolds. I was tied to a chair for hours with duct tape strapped to my mouth. It was the worst. Then, this afternoon, they put me in a van, tossed me on my porch and drove off. I assume mom e-transfered my ransom.You'd think you’d be safer living in a city full of superheroes, but Magna City is just as crime-riddled as the next, maybe even more so. When I walked through the front door, dad barely batted an eye while mom...
Weekly Contest #313
At the stroke of midnight on the mark of the new year, Morgan kissed the cheeks of her parents and little brother for possibly the last time. No countdown. No confetti. Just a glance at the clock and an anxious wait for the list.There were many ways to obtain the list. The names could be read from displays outside town hall buildings in every country around the world. Public readings could be televised or witnessed live. The Rey household, however, would follow their three generation old tradition of sitting around the dinner table listening...
Weekly Contest #303
To: percyw2007@gmail.com(no subject)My Dear Percy,My darling, I did something bad. Really bad.If I had to guess, you’re probably pacing the kitchen reading this email off your phone while your coffee cools on the counter. This is probably the first time in a little while that you’ve made your coffee yourself. I bet you overloaded it with sugar too. You never believe me when I say one spoon is enough, and yet you wonder how I make your coffee better than you do. I wish I could have made it for you this morning like always. It’s the least I co...
Weekly Contest #299
The only thing worse than being at school during the day is being at school at night. I check my watch: 11:14 PM. I turn to Ines, who’s crouching before the main entrance doors, picking the lock.“You almost done?” I ask, but her back stays turned and she remains silent.I expect nothing less. She’s been ignoring me since we started high school a couple of weeks ago. Something about ditching the group at lunch the first week, but I really don’t see what the big deal is since we sit for lunch all the time.“Ines!” I say a bit louder.Finally, she...
Weekly Contest #285
At the click of a button, Luca found himself in an empty lecture hall at the top of the staircase. He stared at the device in his hand, wondering where exactly it had taken him, and more importantly, when. At least a dozen rows of seats and crescent-shaped tables surrounded him. Each row had fewer seats approaching the stage where a large chalkboard spanned the front wall.And then he saw her. Off to the side, there she stood behind a podium, rifling through sheets of paper. At least he thought it was her. The distance between them made it ha...
Weekly Contest #244
There is life before the photo, and there is life after the photo.We follow one Tobias Sinclair, an average thirty-something year old man from midtown Toronto. He lived in a condominium with two dying plants and the neglected hamster he only purchased so his six year old niece would have a reason to visit.Before the photo, he was content. He enjoyed his routine. He woke up before the sun each day, chugged a protein shake and took the train to the school. He was an elementary school teacher, and had been for the past decade. He enjoyed intera...
Weekly Contest #242
She stared deep into the eyes of a stranger — a portrait of a stranger, rather. Framed in gold, it sat on the gallery wall meeting her face-to-face. As she gazed upon it, the words, “What do you feel?” echoed her mind. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, noticing the twinkle in its eyes and the glow in its face. Four years and four months ago she found herself in this very spot, before this very wall. The wall was empty then, though it wasn’t supposed to be. “Shit,” she mumbled to the blank wall. She held up her wrist and read...
Weekly Contest #239
It was the type of sculpture that trapped Thalia in her room for days. Dried bits of clay were wedged beneath her fingernails and lightly speckled across her skin and overalls. She circled the sculpture meticulously smoothening its limbs, rounding the wrinkles in its clothes, and perfecting the curls on its head. She took a thumb, swept it across its bottom lip, and slowly stepped away from the sculpture until her calves brushed the edge of her bed. She didn’t know if it was the step back, the final smoothening of a feature, or her piercing ...
Weekly Contest #196
Swimming above the asphalt. Bathing in the rain. Blinded by lights that blur in the fog and twinkle in the raindrops. How did you get here? Your headache is back. The one you woke up with this morning. You swore you’d be fine, but deep down you knew you wouldn’t be. All day your head was throbbing on and off. You should have called in sick, but you don’t like the way you feel when you do. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to come in today,” you’d stammer. “Damn,” Jan would sigh quietly under her breath, but loud enough to travel to ...
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