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Weekly Contest #380
I forget how many days it’s been. All I know is it’s been too many. Yet I remember as clearly as if it were yesterday, the worry on my parents’ faces, standing in the doorway of our crumbling home, with its sand blocks split like lightning strikes from the constant assault of whipping sea air and brutal heat, the corrugated tin roof rusted completely through in spots so it looked like stars shining in. My mother swallowed back tears, praying to Allah to protect me. My father stood proudly like a brick wall, belying the fact he’d taken out a ...
Him He was laughing as he scrolled the photos from that trip. Sitting on the sofa, actually laughing out loud, even though there was no-one else there to share the laugh with. He took a swig from the ice cold bottle of beer he was holding, and half-choked, half-gurgled as he gulped the liquid, still laughing, his thumb still scrolling. The Algarve, 2020. They’d found a really good deal on the outskirts of a little village called Alvor. Couple of minutes by car into the centre. Or a fifteen minute walk, downhill. The chalet was enormous. Far ...
Weekly Contest #379
Stephanie and Marnie were inseparable. They'd been inseparable since they met at Imperial College London five years ago, where they had both been studying a bachelor’s in data science. They were on the same wavelength about quite literally everything. They laughed at the same jokes, had a shared Spotify playlist, followed the same people on Instagram, read the same books on holiday together, ate the same food, swapped clothes, had identical hairstyles, fancied the same blokes and finished each other's sentences. Everybody thought they were s...
Weekly Contest #378
It’s just gone midnight. Here we are. 1st of January 2000. And we’re all still alive. Which, to be honest, is a miracle because, in the words of the Purple One, we have been partying like it’s 1999 for the last seven months. Actually, I’m surprised we haven’t heard that song played more tonight. King of My Castle seems to have been playing on loop, though, and I can’t get the damn tune out of my head. It’s fair to say, the millennium has been good for business. The consultancy I work at has been raking it in for the last couple of years, fee...
Weekly Contest #377
CW: Violence, substance abuse, mental health issues Grim handed me the latest yellow manila folder , looking, well, um, grim. No surprise there. “You could just email me you know.” To be honest, I would have preferred that he emailed me. I really didn’t need to see his face each time. “I can’t get used to all this new fangled technology” he said, shrugging his hollow black shoulders. And then disappeared into thin air. I sat on the sofa, drinking my coffee, and thumbed absent-mindedly through the folder. I’d look at it properly tonight. Onc...
Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #376 ⭐️
"Aren't you going to get that?" "No, it'll just be an Amazon delivery. They'll leave it on the doorstep. Go on, carry on." I sipped my coffee and nodded at Mel to continue. "Well, and then he said that he just wasn't feeling ..." But the doorbell interrupted Mel again. Ringing more insistently this time, whoever was out there holding the bell push in for longer. Trrriiinnnnng. "Doesn't sound like Amazon." "Hold that thought, I'll be right be back." I set my cup down on the coaster on the coffee table, a little irritated to be honest, because...
Weekly Contest #375
The Queen has died, aged 400. She picked up the newspaper and read the words that were squashed in between the bold headline and the giant picture of the Queen’s face that smothered the rest of the front page. Queen Fringilla died last night, just eleven days after her four hundredth birthday. Having survived Napoleon Bonaparte, two world wars, breast cancer and Covid-19, she unfortunately choked on a plankton bone in her rattan and pickle sandwich. Despite on-site palace paramedics performing the Handsome manoeuvre within seconds of the inc...
Weekly Contest #372
Mummy “Mummy, please can you careful it again? It’s really burny” “Ok, darling, I’ll do it in one minute” “Now, mummy, please. It’s making me ouch” Anna was running the hoover round the front room, tidying away Lego bricks into the plastic bucket, fluffing up and straightening the cushions, putting all the felt-tip pens back into their case, stacking up the sheets of Petal’s drawings into a neat-ish pile, and generally trying to make the sitting room look like a reasonably normal, tidy home. Essentially, she was trying to hide all signs of t...
Weekly Contest #371
Contains themes of war and death Bomb Shelter The town had been bombed again last night. The bombing went on for over five hours. The air raid warning sirens wailing and then being drowned out by explosions and collapsing buildings and screams of terror. As daylight broke and the bombing finally stopped, everyone started crawling out from wherever they had been sheltering to inspect the latest devastation. Fires were still burning in some buildings and fire fighters, covered in soot and dust, were battling flames and smoke to extinguish th...
Weekly Contest #370
CW: Violence, strong language Frank will be home in five minutes. Frank will be home in five minutes. Come on Bella, stop wasting time for fuck’s sake. What’s wrong with you? Why does your brain always do this? Shit, I’ve just wasted twenty seconds arguing with myself. Ok, come on. You’ve got this. Get up. Four minutes and forty seconds. Air fryer on. Two eggs from the fridge. Frying pan from the cupboard. God I’m tired. The frying pan feels heavy enough to kill someone with. Now there’s an idea. Mixing bowl. Fork. Bag of frozen chips fr...
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