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Weekly Contest #218
Enzo closed his eyes as he listened to the delicious grinding that was the start of the most marvelous of beverages in the world. This was the best moment of his day. He got up every morning just to hear those sounds and to smell those smells. And today was even more special. Then the grinding stopped. He heard the tap of the portafilter hitting the counter as his barista, Mary, stirred the grinds, then squeezed it with just enough pressure. Oh, how he couldn’t wait. The rumbling of the coffee machine resonated through his every bone as ...
Weekly Contest #217
I was the only one who could do it. Why, you ask? Because I am the knight in shining armor. The hero of the people. The one who gets things done. So, I embarked on a journey, a quest. To deliver the castle of Mourne and save the town surrounding it from an evil dragon. The creature had made its nest there a few years ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to hunt it. After so long, though, I couldn’t afford to wait any longer. And nobody else volunteered to do it. I was the only one who could do it anyway. My travels took me through muddy roa...
Weekly Contest #215
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The thing that killed my wife, a supposedly 7 feet tall and half as large monster. I searched for it for so long and it was finally here before me. And it was just a little girl. She was hiding behind a table in the corner of the room, shaking and looking at me like I was the Monster. But I knew what she was. She couldn’t fool me. A black rag hung from her thin shoulders down to her knees. Nothing else. She looked like she slept outside in the streets, dirty as she was. Her hair was black, but I couldn’t tell i...
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