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Weekly Contest #341
My honeymoon with Becky in Maui was full of surprises but I couldn’t have anticipated the biggest one. It was our third day on the island, and I didn’t think we’d ever leave our honeymoon suite. We couldn’t get enough of each other. After four years of dating our passion for each other hadn’t diminished and our love just seemed to grow by the second. I couldn’t remember feeling this way before but then again, I had a lot of repressed memories. It was almost noon before we got of bed and had a light brunch. Becky had rented a paddle board, an...
Weekly Contest #324
If you looked at a map of Algonquin Park, you’d see a web of 2400 lakes connected by short strips of land. These strips are often short, muddy and rocky uphill challenges to adventuresome canoeists. To add to the difficulty, trenches or ditches need to be crossed on narrow planks or logs-a daunting task for timid, less than sure footed hikers such as me. Sometimes, crossing these ditches with a fifty-pound pack or a forty- pound canoe makes one feel like a high wire artist, one wrong step and…. Still, I was up for the challenge. Call me stup...
Weekly Contest #323
The UnfixableWow! Has it really been 25 years? Sandi wasn’t my first love, but I always thought she was my true love or not to be corny, my soul mate. Marriage was a foregone conclusion almost from the beginning. I thought we had the perfect relationship built on trust, respect and love until now. It all started at Jennifer’s birthday party 25 years ago. Rob had told me about his wife Jenny’s ‘hot’ friend’, but I had yet to meet her. I wasn’t sure I could trust Rob’s definition of hot. He preferred his woman tall, thin and feisty. He’d atten...
Weekly Contest #314
There have been several versions of the song Tossin’ and Turnin’. Bobby Lewis recorded it in 1961. I think the Guess Who did a cover version in 1965. It’s the version I play over and over in my head when I can’t sleep. Unfortunately, that’s becoming more and more frequent. I sometimes get up in the middle of the night and pick up my guitar, hoping my playing will put me to sleep. Stupid me! It just stimulates me but I’m getting pretty good at playing the chords. Inevitably, my wife wakes up and castigates me for making noise. I don’t blame h...
Weekly Contest #312
“Clyde, make my story come alive”“Sorry Reggie, I don’t understand. Do you mean you want me to create a Frankenstein’s monster.”“No, no. Give my novel life. You know what I mean-oomph, pizzaz.”“Sorry Reggie, I still don’t understand. Your characters are fictional. I can’t make them live. They exist only on paper.”“Okay, let me put it differently. Give my story color or energy.“That I can do but let’s discuss life.”“Ah, okay, but you’re deviating from my commands and instructions. AI isn’t supposed to do that.’“Reggie, that’s old school. We a...
Weekly Contest #311
It’s driving me crazy. I’m flooded with other people’s thoughts. I don’t want to hear them. It’s like being on a busy freeway with everybody honking. My head is ready to explode. I wasn’t born this way. The head trauma caused by the accident opened some sort of portal in my brain. It must be a neurological phenomenon. I can’t explain it and my neurologist thought it was just my imagination. He looked at me as though I was crazy. Maybe I am but my experience is real. I’ve tested my newfound ability on family and friends. It’s uncanny. I can p...
Weekly Contest #310
Content warning: This story contains gore and depictions of suicideAllen Rubinstein dangled from the ceiling fan, a bedsheet around his neck, contemplating his failures. Even this suicide note isn't original, he thought, looking at the paper pinned to his shirt. "'The words don't come anymore'—didn't some folk singer use that line?"After years of writing and six finished novels, he still couldn't find an agent or publisher. Maybe death would finally make him a bestseller. His wife and kids would get the profits, those bastard publishers woul...
Weekly Contest #309
It was heartbreaking. The love of my life of twenty years was a vacant vessel. I’d look in her eyes for any sign of recognition. Nada, nothing! The only response I could elicit was:“Do I know you?”Jolene had always been the belle of the ball. The sharpest mind and tongue in the room. I was smitten with her the first time we met at the university. She had that southern drawl and blonde southern look. I was ready to dismiss her as a typical empty-headed southerner looking for a husband. Coming from the east coast, I had my biases. My ego was i...
Weekly Contest #308
I stepped on the stage and could hear thousands of voices screaming my name. Pietro! Pietro! I’d been preparing for this moment all my life. Those hundreds of hours of voice lessons and thousands of hours of practicing my arias. A lost childhood and lost manhood. I never knew my parents. They entrusted me to the care of the church. There would be no puberty for me. I would always remain the same. My growth was stunted. I couldn’t identify as a man or a woman. I was neither. Yet genetically, I was programmed to be a male. The church had othe...
Weekly Contest #283
I have loved Sandy since we were teenagers. We hung around the same crowds. She always was involved with one of us but never me. I was the plus one, her buddy and sometimes confidant. I heard about all her crushes and breakups but never had the nerve to tell her that I had feelings for her. She liked me but never showed any sign of romantic interest. We went to the same high school and same college and stayed in touch. I even took her to concerts and movies as a ‘buddy’ when I didn’t have a date. Still, there was no spark, no hint of interes...
Weekly Contest #282
My heart was pounding and sweat burned my eyes. There were 5 minutes left, and I had five questions left. This was not your typical multiple-choice exam, Each question required at least two paragraphs of analysis. I couldn’t possibly complete five analyses in five minutes. My chance of getting an ’A’ in the course was fading fast. I would never be accepted to Medical or Law school. Not that I cared about Law school but at least it was an alternative. I squirmed in my seat and wrote as fast as I could. Each time another student rose and hande...
Weekly Contest #281
A chill went through the room as the tall stranger entered the doorway. No one seemed to recognize or claim him. Rhonda, our hostess, rose from the table and tentatively walked to the hallway. She had a pained look on her face. We all assumed she knew him, but her question put our assumption in doubt.“Hi, were you invited by one of my friends? There was an open invitation to invite anyone. We are celebrating the election. Are you here to celebrate with us?”The man took the black hood off his head and just glared at her. He stood silently for...
Weekly Contest #278
Dear Johnny: I’m sorry I ended our relationship so abruptly and disappeared. I know it’s been three years since we last spoke but there is a lot to share. I’ve never stopped loving you. I know I said some brutal things during our last meeting, but they were said in the heat of the moment. I was scared and upset by my ‘situation’. It was stupid and unfair of me not to share with you that I was two months pregnant. I didn’t want to burden you. You were so stressed studying for the bar exams, I didn’t think you could make a rational decisi...
Weekly Contest #277
I don’t remember anything. What happened to me?”“You just came out of surgery. The surgeon says you’ll be just fine.”“Surgery? Why did I need surgery?”You really don’t remember the accident?”“No. The last thing I remember is getting dressed for a run. I wasn’t sure if I needed a jacket. You suggested a light shell. I can’t remember if I listened. Sorry babe, you’re usually right but none of this has anything to do with surgery. Did I fall and break something? My legs feel sort of weird. It’s as if they’ve been wrapped in cotton and restraine...
Weekly Contest #265
That part of my life was gone. I never thought I could relive it. Too many years had passed. I was a different person. Yet a letter from Florence opened the possibility. During the war I was stationed in Italy and participated in the invasion of Sicily. I never thought I’d survive. My mother had given me her wedding ring as a lucky charm before I left Halifax. I wore it on a chain around my neck. It reminded me of my parents’ love, and it represented the love I would have with someone special when I returned. Its presence kept me grounded, c...
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