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Weekly Contest #297
Dad closed the storybook and yawned. He leaned back in his chair and watched Becca sleep with the same, stupid grin he always had when by her side. She looked divine in her white gown, the sheets tucked up to her cleft chin. Blonde hair spilled onto her pillow in every direction, forming a halo around her head. Her peaceful expression warmed Dad’s body despite the chill in the air. Dad glanced down at the opened book. Tales of knights rescuing princesses were cliché, but Becca had loved them since she was a kid. She was getting too old for...
Weekly Contest #251
Tiberius walked amongst his scrolls one final time. The library was silent. All of its inhabitants had long since abandoned the place. The surrounding gardens were silent. None dared stay the night and risk certain death. The city – well, the city was a nightmare.Tiberius peered out the second story window. House after house burst into flames. Demons dressed in glittering bronze walked up and down the streets, setting fire to anything in sight. Tiberius was forced to shield his eyes as the sea reflected the blinding light. It was not as if h...
Weekly Contest #250
Randy stared at his horrified reflection in the bathroom mirror. His eyes looked – haunted. The hollowed-out expression of a man who would soon come face to face with any father’s worst nightmare. This was worse than that time he’d been tasked with getting rid of the bat in the attic when Betty knew he was afraid of their creepy, little feet. This was worse than the training bra incident of 2020. Hell, this might be worse than that time Jimmy saw a spider in the urinal, and he ran away from the restroom with his pants around his ankles, shou...
Weekly Contest #249
Jimmy’s dad bumped chests with Luke’s dad. Neither moved an inch. The combatants pressed their foreheads together, each stabbing a finger into his opponent’s chest. “Do you really want to do this? Here and now?” Jimmy’s dad practically spat the words. “Oh, you beat your sweet a—” Luke’s dad hesitated, looking about. The children had formed a ring around the pair, chatting amongst themselves about the possibility of a duel. “…apples. You bet your sweet apples.” Jimmy’s dad took a step backward and chuckled. “Nice save.” He stopped his blust...
Weekly Contest #248
God paced back and forth in His office. The time was drawing nearer. He’d been dreading this meeting. But as His children said: desperate times call for desperate…wait, how did it end again? Desperate remedies? That didn’t sound right. Well, that was the saying now. He was God after all. Anyone who disagreed would be greeted with a lightning bolt to the face.God paused to stare out His window. He admired the landscape sprawled out before Him. Mountains bursting with flowers. Buildings dipped in gold. Puppies everywhere. His perfection made m...
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