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Weekly Contest #363
The thunder was drowned out by the black waves above me, but the white lighting I couldn't unsee.It’s always brightest before the darkest storm. Or so Mama would say whenever Aunt Julia wrote back to us small and simple folk in the country. The summer I left the fields for the first time, I had just finished reading all about her being swept away by another true love off the sidewalk of some other big city. This one had been walking the eternal streets of Rome when Cupid made a fool of them both.“Love makes fools of us all,” Remus Dandini of...
Weekly Contest #343
The clock chimes twelve times when midnight arrives.From its eternal resting place on the hallway of the second floor, the grandfather clock and its first chime hails a hot, heavy darkness inside Madeline’s chamber. She measures the man and derives that he is as tall as a bedpost and as broad as a shade. He is too tall to be the physician and too broad to be her brother. And his eyes are the deep color of the late hour. They are on her face where her mouth is open wide enough for her breath to be sucked out by the mere sight of him. She feel...
Weekly Contest #320
Last night, under the waxing moon, I witnessed the Beast claim another soul.Father did not listen to my recounting of the man’s rapture. He was far too preoccupied with preparations for this year’s harvest celebration. “It must have been a dream,” he dismissed it as he always did with the nightmares that had haunted me since Mother’s death. And he did it while tasting the finger foods that the cook set on her old silver trays. If she were looking down from the heavens, she must’ve surely been blinded by how perfectly Nanny had polished them....
Weekly Contest #318
Once upon a forgotten time, in a legendary land, a charming and courageous prince set forth on an adventure to rescue a damsel in distress. For what could be more distressing than being atop a tower which also served as a nest of a ferocious fire-breathing dragon? Few predicaments are, and being bucked off your loyal steed is one of them. The player’s fall was followed by curtains and the audible frustration of the audience, the loudest of whom was the heir to the throne himself, who was a child hearing the tale for the first time. “That was...
Weekly Contest #249
The last time I found myself on a backroad in the Midwest, I was lost. “Losing your way is the easiest thing to do on a backroad,” Dad would slur between sips. Sometimes, he’d beat lessons into me with a belt: “Don’t let me catch you out driving at night on a backroad,” he’d shout, but I never heard him. I was young enough back then not to listen to the advice I’m repeating now. And, because it came from my old man, I didn’t even bother heeding his warning of getting sleep the night before I pulled his pickup truck out of the yard, and...
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