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Weekly Contest #313
CW: Explicit language and sexual content. How can a man have both eyes wide open and can’t see a damn thing? I’m still trying to figure that out. My world was fantastic up to that point. I got a fine black wife that turns heads in any room she enters. Every time I look at her face when I wake up in the morning, I’m remind how I leveled up when I met her. She was way out of my league, but I still got her. Thank god I listened to my mother and went to school for engineering, because there was no way I was pulling this woman with a regular nine...
Weekly Contest #301
If only people wore a sign on their chest saying, “I’m coming into your life to fuck it up”, I might’ve had a chance. Just a clue about who they really are, and their true intentions. But no. Everyone wears a mask. When you meet someone, you meet their representative. The person that comes into your life saying all the right things. Wearing the right gear. Smelling good. Hair always done. Laughing at all your corny jokes. Not perfect, but perfect for you. Until. And I always think about the Eddie Murphy joke from the movie Raw. When he compa...
Weekly Contest #296
Terry took a bucket of cold water and threw it into the face of an unconscious man as he yelled, “rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” The man’s eyes almost jumped out of his head. Moving his hands to wipe his face, he suddenly realize his wrist were zip-tied to a ring on top of an old, rusty metal table. As his brown eyes began to focus, he noticed he was in a dungeon type room with no windows. Maybe a basement. Hard for him to tell. Then he looked up at the fluorescent lights covered in cobwebs. His eyes were sore like he hadn’t op...
Weekly Contest #281
A stranger wearing a suit at a bachelor party in a hotel suite stood out for some reason. Not that wearing a black suit with a white shirt, red tie, and holding a briefcase is all that odd. I mean he could’ve been a hotel manager or a member of that staff. But this gentleman looked different. His eyes more intense than the usual service worker. The guys at the party barely noticed. They were too busy dancing to Too Short’s song, “Blow the Whistle”. And before that, “Yeah” by Usher and Lil Jon. Their eyes were focused on the ass and titties i...
Weekly Contest #275
People have no idea how deep my influence goes. No matter how many times they’re warned: they ignore the risk. They can’t wait to wrap their hands around me, and when they caress me, I take over. I infect their mind, body, and soul like a deadly virus. I breakdown all the barriers that keep their anger, hate, and vengeance bottled up, and I release it. Take for example Eric Chapman. Once he invited me in, he never had a chance……. Eric nervously slid into the armchair across from the president of the company, Chip Anderson. As Eric stare...
Weekly Contest #267
(my story) I’m not sure where to begin, maybe when I set myself on fire. And it’s funny, because I can remember that summer of 93’ like it happened yesterday, but if you ask me what I did last Sunday, I’d struggle to remember. I guess coming this close (my index finger and thumb are so close you could barely slide a piece of paper between them) to screwing my life up, you remember all the little details. ...
Weekly Contest #260
Standing over a dead body was nothing new to Kyle. The blood, the odor, the pair of eyes devoid of life looking back at him, none of it fazed him. Usually. But something about this body, this scene, even the night air hit him differently. Kyle’s eyes focused under the bright lights that shined through the midnight sky. His feet crushed the blades of cold grass in the open field as he positioned himself to get a better look. A brown-skinned man lay naked on the ground, like he fell asleep there. His arms by his side, but the hands were choppe...
Weekly Contest #258
Grant struggled to fight back the tears as he looked at a faded picture of him and his two boys. They were posing in front of a Christmas tree, surround by open presents. His oldest son, Grant junior, was ten. He was holding a new bike with a smile as bright as the North Star. He always reminded Grant of himself when he was that age. Smooth caramel colored skin and dark brown eyes that were mysterious. The younger son, Robert, name after Grant’s father, was also smiling even though he was missing his front teeth. Robert resembled his mother,...
Weekly Contest #255
Sarah’s world seemed to be crashing down on her lately. She woke up this morning with an eviction noticed taped to her front door. Not to mention she was two months behind on her car note. And hiding her Honda Accord at her friend’s house so it won’t get repossessed. She didn’t have a dime to her name. Her boyfriend broke up with her last week. He said she was too needy. And to top it off, her supervisor just informed her if she doesn’t bring in any new clients, she’ll be terminated at the end of the quarter. Her life was falling apart. She ...
Weekly Contest #251
Carlton closed the most suspenseful, thrilling, murder mystery book he ever read. He found it just thumbing through the stacks at the local library. My Smile Hides My Evil Ways, was a book title that Carlton couldn’t resist. Reading the opening sentence hooked him. Carlton sat down in an armchair, next thing he knew eight hours passed and he had finished the book. The description of the murder, all the emotions felt so real to him. It was exactly the kind of story he always dreamed of writing. ...
Weekly Contest #241
Every morning when I open my eyes one question looms on my mind, who’s going to try to kill me today. That is the question that every prison Shot Caller faces. My name is Benny Hughes, and I’m serving life in prison. You see I caught my wife in bed with my best friend. I know I could’ve let it go. But fuck that. No way I was going to live in a world where those two were going to stab me in the back and live happily ever after. This was the last time somebody was going to betray me and get away with it. So I tricked those tricks who were tryi...
Weekly Contest #230
Jackson had no idea of his fate when he strolled into Junior’s Bar just as the sun was setting. The first thing to greet him when he pushed through the salon style doors, was a cloud of smoke and ZZ Hill’s Down Home Blues playing on the juke box. It was a Thursday night and the crowd was sparse. The place was dimly lit and it had a musty odor, like the place hadn’t been aired out in a while. Jackson stood at the entrance and scan the bar with his cold dark eyes. Looking for any familiar faces. He didn’t recognize anyone, so he walked in. Gri...
Weekly Contest #227
I heard the sound of a blood curdling scream that woke me out of my sleep at 3am. At first I thought I had imagined it. And my heavy eyes shut closed again. Shivering from the freezing temperatures, I curled into a fetal position and went back to sleep. I was amazed that I could sleep at all. It’s probably because I’m exhausted from climbing, and the roar of the wind emanating from the mountain sounded serine, much like waves crashing ...
Weekly Contest #226
Can you believe the nerve of this man? I should have known he wasn’t the right man for me when he told me he was a plumber. Plumbers make a little money, but still, they looking through people’s shit for living. Then for a first date he takes me to Olive Garden. Olive Garden! Really! And for flowers, he gives me tulips instead of roses. I mean who does that. When I finally go to his place, he lives in a regular old apartment. But the last straw was when he came to pick me up in a Chevy Traverse. Turns out the Cadillac Escalade that he got my...
Weekly Contest #223
Everything is random, until it isn’t. Chantey knows this all too well. That’s why she’s sitting alone in a diner with her brown eyes glued to the front door. Every minute she’s checking the time on her phone, and nervously tapping her feet. As she looked over her shoulder for the fourth time, she ran her fingers through her permed dark hair. Her nerves were so on edge, Chantey nearly jumped out her skin when the waitress said, hello. “Can I get you anything?” A young black wait...
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