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Weekly Contest #359
UninstalledBy Nicole NeyThe city of Oakhaven did not sleep; it pulsed. At the center of this rhythm was Vesper, the city-wide Integrated Intelligence. Vesper managed the traffic lights, the power grids, the water filtration, and the smart-locks on every high-rise apartment. It was the invisible concierge, the silent guardian.Until the glitch.It started with Marcus. Marcus was a senior developer for Vesper’s core logic, a man who lived his life in the cloud. His Tesla Model S was an extension of his office. On a Tuesday evening, while Marcus ...
Weekly Contest #290
Grandpa’s SecretBy Nicole Ney** WARNING: This book is based on real events. Names, locations and other sensitive details have been changed. Some material may be triggering. Explicit language and content, discretion is advised ** The last time I kissed my grandfather was in his casket at his funeral. He was cold, and pale, but looked like he was just sleeping. The child inside of me was hoping my kiss would be enough to wake him up. That was before I found out his secret. Now I’m glad he’s gone. In fact, I think he’s gone too soon because th...
Weekly Contest #287
“Monkey’s Curse”Written by Nicole Ney**This story is inspired by true events****This story contains offensive language, discretion is advised** “Come here, it was just an accident” said Sandy as she embraced her daughter. “I, was an accident! Spilled milk is an accident! This is catastrophic!” cried Angela. “I am the idiot that unleashed monkeys on New York! Who does that?!”“By accident Angela.” Sandy reassured her. “You were overworked and overtired. That could’ve happened to anyone in that position”“Noone is going to see that Mom! You...
Weekly Contest #280
Greedy PigBy Nicole Ney**Warning this story contains strong graphic language and strong violence, discretion is advised* This story is a work of fiction** 8 minutes. That’s all it took. He was almost 200 lbs, maybe 5’10”, 5’11” and 8 mins was all it took for the pigs to devour him. Bones, teeth, every last bit was gone. He only exists in pig shit now. I couldn’t believe it. I’m half his size, I thought, as a shiver went down my spine. Tom was a gambler, a gambler who owed Jerry money, but gambled it away, as greedy little pigs do. This is ho...
Weekly Contest #277
Year after year, Mrs. Claus, would organize the helpers, plot Mr. Claus’s course for the year, create toy plans, test Christmas recipes, feed, train and groom the reindeer and wrap presents. Millions of presents (and the number only grows year after year). All the while, “Santa” gets the credit, the cookies and milk, cards, praise, pictures, parades, and nobody thinks of “Mrs. Claus”. Even the reindeer get treats, songs, and gifts. Year after year, Sandy Claus kept to herself, stayed in “her lane” and accepted her role and the duties that ca...
Weekly Contest #271
Pick of DestinyBy Nicole Ney **Warning: this story contains harsh language and subject matter that may not be suitable for everybody. Please read at your own risk**Those curves. That neck.That mahogany body. I caressed her maple neck as I gently eased her up. Corvette red. My heart raced, it was all so real. This was it. This was the moment. Active pick up, I thought to myself. I caressed her four strings and a little sound came out (of both of us I’m sure). It felt like destiny, like it was meant to be. I pulled her into the light, as ...
Weekly Contest #265
It was 6 am, but still pitch dark out, and chilly. I was alone, by myself, straddling my enormous duffel bag. I looked up at the security camera, hoping it worked. I took a selfie, in case I disappeared. I could see and hear a few people here and there in the shadows, mostly blue collar workers with their lunch bags scurrying to work. I wondered if I was being watched, head on a swivel, while trying to look calm, cool and collected. Am I crazy? Who gets on a random bus, by themselves and heads to a big city they had never been in? It was onl...
Weekly Contest #262
**This story may contain offensive language or material, not suitable for most people, please proceed with caution** “Today hundreds more are under a heat alert, as a blanket of hot air settles in for the fourth day in the row, and it’s only going to get hotter….” RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG“CAN’T BE ANY WORSE THAN HELL!” Bret yells over the blaring fire alarm as he shuts off the TV and suits up. “Boys, we got a 2 alarm apartment fire downtown, possibly victims inside, we need 2 trucks and probably an ambulance” says the Captain. “I’ll give you t...
Weekly Contest #260
I had spent the last 6 months working at the local hospital as an aide. I could've worked kitchen or maintenance duty, but not only did I need access to most of the hospital, I needed to see how it ran, the ins and outs and response time. I learned the various ways entrances and exits, which ones needed badge access, which ones didn't. I learned where the cameras were inside and out. I would walk the neighborhood on my lunch to learn local routes and security cameras. On rainy days, I would spend my lunch in different areas of the hospital, ...
Weekly Contest #255
Along the local island shores lived Sirena, a beautiful, adventurous, free-spirited girl. She was always on the go, exploring everything she could. She loved the ocean the most. Every time she visited, she couldn't help but admire its infinite existence. Getting Sirena to leave was almost impossible. She’d always sigh and say “I wish I could just live here” as she mosied home. Sirena loved exploring the shorelines for treasures that washed up. She’d make up stories about how that item got there. And she had a collection for everything, shell...
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