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Weekly Contest #364
The midnight ring of a phone never brings good news. A frown creased Doug’s caramel forehead. Moving through a thick fog of dread, he snatched the vibrating phone. His heart hammered violently against his ribs."Hello?""Doug." Uncle Phil’s voice sounded like static and gravel. "Your grandmother. She just took her last breath."The bedroom air turned to ice. Doug choked on his own breath, the words sticking to his tongue. "What? What happened?""Heart attack," Phil rasped. "We just found her. She was cold... right there on the bed in the guest r...
Weekly Contest #185
Jenny checked her high braided dirty blonde bun in the rearview mirror as she turned the corner and her tire hit the curb. Familiar toughts of her little gold mustang stranded with a flat tire flooded her angry mind. These dim mental glimpses were quickly replaced by the clear site of a black man standing by the side of the road. There ahead of her in a long tan coat she saw Howard. Jenny couldn't let go of the brakes and so the high pitched squeal lasted a second longer. Her car jerked and the back of it slid a bit to the side. She then ...
Weekly Contest #157
Peter gazed upwards at the golden maiden in front of Pembroke Arch. It was habitual. He dare not set his eyes on the girl's ascent into his horse drawn carriage on the way to her class. Hooves clop along the bright sunny yellow leafed path until they halt for the girl's exit. The autumn trees of red hold Peter's attention as the youth strolls off toward the building of grey stones. He wonders what spirits Sarah will be in. As he turns the corner he spots Sarah down the road. Slouched over a cement pillar in front of the house her brothers...
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