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Weekly Contest #362
Charlie wiped the remnants of a full English from his plate and shoved the last slice of bread into his mouth. The doorbell rang. He cleaned his face with the tea towel, dropped it on the table, and strolled along the passage to the front door. On opening the door, he saw two men in matching raincoats standing on the doorstep. “Can I help you?” Charlie asked. “Charlie Todd?” one of them said. A puzzled expression crossed his face. “Who wants to know?” As if practised, they removed their warrant ca...
Weekly Contest #361
The Summer She Came Home. Alison Adams sat in her dark green Mini Cooper at the edge of Upton village, the engine ticking as it cooled. In her left hand, she held the estate agent’s directions, but they made little sense. Ahead was Upton, but she needed to find Lower Upton. Rascal, her shaggy companion, rested his chin on her thigh, sensing her anxiety. She stroked Rascal’s head. “We have two chances. Straight ahead, or we’re lost. The village lay quiet before her, a cluster of cottages huddled beneath a low grey sky. A...
Weekly Contest #359
The Collectors Apprentice “A Journey Beyond the Veil” Caroline’s heart raced as Richard, her boss, steered his beast of a BMW at high speed around a bend. “Richard, please slow down.” He glared at her, his eyes sunken from late nights and difficult meetings, aware that if the government contract failed, bankruptcy loomed. “Shut up. This job’s worth two million quid to the company. Without it, we’re up shit creek. I’m over my head in debt. Those morons I owe money to are not polite people, and you want me to be lat...
Weekly Contest #357
The patrol had been unforgiving. Out in front, Petros Kyriades led his platoon toward the meeting point. Like his men, he was exhausted, filthy, and dreaming of a hot shower and a pint of ice-cold beer. The rebels had harassed them for days, well‑armed, patient, snapping at their flanks like jackals. Five men dead. The ambush had been sudden and vicious. Bear, the lead sergeant, had read the signs and warned him, but the rebels had waited for them to arrive. With the platoon split into three, the assault on the g...
Weekly Contest #355
Ten days of constant bombardment stopped. The third battle of Ypres began. Major John Higgins, Royal Marines, glanced around the dugout, labelled by the troops’ The Ritz’. The dull light from the solitary lamp did nothing to dispel the gloom as he faced his officers. He spoke precisely. “It’s time.” With faces as dismal as the morning sky, the group walked out into the pouring rain. The men waited in an unearthly silence. The deluge filled the trench, each drop increasing misery. John removed his pistol...
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