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Weekly Contest #336
"Let us hold hands, and summon those who have gone before us," Melinda declared to those sitting around the study oak table. Candles flickered in the middle of the table, the only illumination in the little parlor."This is so exciting," whispered a gray-haired lady to Melinda's right. Her name was Rosa, and she was the one who had hired Melinda the medium to meet with her friends and try to contact her late husband. "I so want to make contact with Samuel. I never got say goodbye to him," Rosa said as she clasped hands with Melinda and anothe...
Weekly Contest #334
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark. The perfect time to stay inside, curled up on the sofa with a good book and some cocoa. That's what Brenda would have said on a night like this, Walt thought. Work can wait. It will still be there in the morning, she'd have said. There was still the Watson family's beaten-up old minivan waiting outside his garage for a much-needed brake job. The family had four kids, and Bob Watson had recently been laid off. Walt would charge them enough to cover the parts it took to do the j...
Weekly Contest #331
A plow lumbered down the road, breaking the silence of the late winter evening. Clearing the last of the slush and spraying salt behind it in preparation for the coming snowstorm. Outside Janis's kitchen window, the scene was gray and bleak-- bare trees and dirty sludge. A soggy pizza box, probably an escapee from a neighbor's recycling bin, lay in her tree lawn under a dim streetlight. Sudden frantic scratching at the side door let her know that Rufus their dog was done doing his business and had no wish to stay outside in the drab winter n...
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