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Weekly Contest #374
“Five Hail Marys and three Our Fathers,” the priest said to the woman sitting in the confession booth. He knew it was Helen Goodsby by the sound of her voice. She and her husband had attended Sunday Mass only three days ago. He had looked at the husband and wondered whether he knew his wife was sleeping with her twenty-two-year-old philosophy student. “Have you considered telling the truth?” the priest inquired of the next person in his booth. Questions, he found, were often more compelling than advice. And a small part of him enjoyed watch...
Weekly Contest #373
There is no monster under Lila’s bed. Of course, that is not possible. For everyone has a monster under their bed. Some are furry, or spiky, or slimy, or bumpy. Some are blue, or black, or green, or purple. Some have tails, some have wings, and some have claws. But Lila has no such thing. For when she looks under her bed, all she sees is dust, and crumbs, and one singular sock. Lila turned eight years old exactly five months and twenty-seven days ago. Since her birthday, she had endured approximately three nightmares every night. Lila did no...
Weekly Contest #364
“I did it,” Gabriel said when the sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Campbell, asked who had thrown the crumpled piece of paper toward the trash bin. Unsuccessfully. Idiot, Annie thought. But she didn’t say the word out loud. She knew that would put her in the same spot Gabriel was in right now. And she wasn’t the type to get in trouble. Mrs. Campbell carried on with the usual scolding. Annie watched as Gabriel’s face turned bright red while he looked down at his untied shoes. His friends in the back row didn’t try to hide their snickers. Mrs. Camp...
Weekly Contest #363
(Sensitive Content: mental health and substance abuse) The fisherman could smell the rain coming. Any minute now, she would dip her graceful fingers into his river and become breath for the trout beneath him. He couldn’t smell lightning. Not yet anyway. But he could hear the thunder calling for his brother to come and join them. The fisherman turned to the two sisters standing on either side of his small boat. He was their guide for the day, teaching them the way to tie a fly and read the tea-colored water below. “You two are gonna want to ...
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