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Weekly Contest #70
Leya Harrison glanced at the man on her computer screen. “What can I do?” “You have been dealing with this for years. What do you normally do, Ley?” “This time it is serious. I want to tell him...I need to tell him.” “What’s so serious? The boy has a commitment phobia. He’s not found someone he wants to move on with...has he?” Leya sighed. “Sit down and drink your coffee. It’s probably getting cold.” “He was talking about her the other day. You know what he is like. Talks all day about his latest, but it’s normally over with in...
“Jim, pay attention, it might save your life one day,” he said with a sigh. There were Jims in every audience, no matter what the age. This time it was a high school student, next time it would be a businessman. Always idiots in every group. “I’m not stupid. I would never get into a crash like that.” There was a nervous titter of laughter from the group of teens. Ah, the boy was one of those guys, Eric Makerson thought. A popular guy, probably the local heart throb or the footy star or both. Eric glanced down at the floor for a moment.&n...
Weekly Contest #68
Sunrise, Sunset He was first to wake, in the chill of the predawn darkness. He gazed at his sleeping bride, and gently moved a stray curl of hair from her face, and arranged the blankets around her as he left the bed. He grabbed a dressing gown from the cupboard and wandered the french doors of their room onto the paved private courtyard. Birds fluttered into the large tree that shaded the garden, frightened from their early breakfast. He took several deep breaths and felt instantly more awake. It was so early, and the light was ...
Note: This short story is a work of fanfiction. “I must tell you something. You might feel differently about me soon. But I can’t keep it inside any longer.” There was a sudden chill to the air around them, and the darkness seemed to be waiting, holding its breath. Victoria drew her shawl around her tightly, in an effort at self comfort, and hugged her elbows. The candle flickered on the nightstand. Zorro glanced out the window as if to steady himself. “You’re married.” She blurted her greatest fear into the waiting silence. He glance...
Not sure about this one. Tell me if it doesn't make sense. This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. The old cliche, the big wedding with all the trimmings. Along with the big cost blowout with the perfect dress and the flashy cars, it was going to be a tough act to follow. The bride was dressed in her lacework and beading, makeup perfect, exhausted by breakfast. The flower girl was already in tears and the baby page boy had dirtied through his nappy onto the white trousers. Great grandmother, grandmother and several aunti...
Weekly Contest #60
Splash! Covidia watched the ripples until they ebbed away, and this time skimmed a stone across the lake. Maybe this time it would reach the other side? The smooth grey pebble skipped once, twice, three times, making the fourth jump before it sank beneath the murky waters. Maybe the lake had been pretty once. Maybe the sunlight had glittered off the water on a past Spring day. Maybe there had been swans and cygnets, ducks and ducklings. Laughing children playing on the play equipment by the shore opposite her. F...
Weekly Contest #59
(I am not sure how this reads but I wrote one, finally) The house is dark. I sit inside in the loft and look out at the night time street-scape. People pass by, at all hours, and I wonder where they are going. Are they meeting their special someone or a group of friends? Are they off to a movie or to dinner? Why do they let out a laugh, or brush tears away thinking they are unseen? There are many people in this city. So many. How many I do not know, but probably hundreds and thousands. The house where I am is old, old but strong, w...
Weekly Contest #51
He gazed up at the fading stars and yawned. Waking up before dawn was a daily chore, but unnecessary on a Sunday. If he had gone back to sleep, he would have slept until lunchtime, and he wanted to explore while he still had time. He had let his wife sleep on, reluctantly leaving her, savouring her beauty without touching her. He had been lucky to marry the woman that he had admired from afar for years. Her hair flowed around her pillow, soon to be lit up with golden sunlight, highlighting all the subtle colours within and making them sparkl...
Weekly Contest #50
He raced through the woods, trying to think about a course of action that was more about action than running. He wasn't the greatest runner in the world, always coming last in every race he ever attempted. He was sure to be captured. He could hear them, The captain of the guard was shouting orders at the foot soldiers and they were close. Too close for comfort. They were crunching through the autumn carpet of oak leaves, obvious in their desperation. He had stolen one of the most valuable treasures of the Dark Lord. He'd be executed if the...
She paced the floor hugging her folded arms to herself. She needed to keep calm, focus, but as usual, the jitters were betraying her. She felt breathless, and almost believed she was a stupid fool who knew nothing at all. She had already had to change, and reapply the makeup. Her short black hair had been messed up. She had dealt with all that. Her pulse was racing, her heart beating in her chest so fast and so hard, she almost believed she was in danger of a heart attack. She could feel her whole body trembling in her fresh red suit. It w...
The summer had come with a blast of heat, making siesta long and the adults drowsy. Diego had escaped his tutor, as the man had overslept, climbing out the window of his room and down the vine that climbed the terrace outside. The ten-year-old was dark and very Spanish looking, with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. There were no adults in sight, all caught off guard by the sudden start of summer. They were all still asleep or struggling to get going once again. He darted from cover to cover, sticking to the shade as if hiding fro...
Weekly Contest #49
"What! He expects me to wait? The hide of him, he'll regret this!" "My liege, please, His Majesty had no idea when to expect you, I am sure there is no offense meant," the guard said softly, seeking to calm his prince. "That stupid excuse for a royal advisor in the hall...what was he supposed to be?" "I am pretty sure he is the prime minister." "What a fawning nuisance of a man!" "Yes, yes, sir. Your patience and mercy are legendary, as everyone can plainly see." Prince Ivar sat thoughtfully on the chair in the corner of the gues...
The waiting room was too bright, the fluorescent tubes glowed so brightly they made her eyes hurt. The seats were cold and far too hard, and the air conditioner felt a few degrees too cold. The smell of disinfectants and bleach lingered in the air and reminded her of why she hated hospitals. “You’re pacing again Trish,” Andrew said firmly. His glare was telling her she was embarrassing him again and to sit back down with him. To pretend there was no rift between them, a solid front against the world. She couldn’t pretend. She knew he bla...
Weekly Contest #48
"Stop following me!" She glared into the eyes of the teenage boy that had been following her since the bus stop. He looked shocked, and she felt her cheeks flush, a little shocked as well. Five times out of five she was having troubles in the mornings, since her sixteenth birthday several months ago. Things were just not coming easily, and being aggressive to strange boys her own age was not going to make life any easier. She sighed, and shifted her backpack a little higher on her shoulder, and tried to focus on her aim. The school bel...
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