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Weekly Contest #315
“I can’t sleep,” Andre said, his words drifting through the empty apartment, stagnant and unnerving, like an unwanted phantom.He hadn’t been able to sleep for what felt like an eternity, but to the real world was probably only an hour.He sighed and stretched across the old leather sofa he found on the side of the road, cracked and torn, like so many other things in his apartment. His hands fumbled in the dark for a cigarette.They always had a way of numbing his senses. His fingers closed around one, slightly smushed, in the crack between cus...
Weekly Contest #306
03/24/05She dropped her phone today.I almost stepped on it when leaving class. “Hey,” I called, stooping to pick it up.She didn’t hear me.I said it again, louder. She and her friends turned. They looked kinda shocked.I don’t blame them.I’d be shocked too if a guy who hasn’t spoken a single word all year suddenly started calling after me. She gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry about that! The stupid thing is always running away,” her friends eyed me suspiciously. My gaze wandered to the floor where it usually tends to stay. “Come on Josie! We need ...
It takes a few seconds to realize I am utterly and completely lost.What had I been living for, up until now?A speck of snow drifts from the sky, before melting against my warm cheek.It’s beautiful.If only I had realized it sooner.Hatred seeps from my heart and trails down to mingle with my blood in the snow.My breath rises in clouds, stretching up to the bone white sky.The world feels so wonderful.How could anyone hate a place like this?A crow swoops down, pecking at my open rib cage, but my pain is mute. I let him continue his feast.Everyth...
Weekly Contest #301
Gunshots ring in the air. The ground groans beneath me.This isn’t anything new.This ash gray sky, these bodies, their pasty fingers grabbing my uniform as I step on them in return. This is an old sight, one my mind will never be rid of.“Water… water…please.” A confederate soldier lays on the ground, a gaping hole for his stomach. He couldn’t be more than fifteen. A boy. A boy like me, dragged into this war, believing he could somehow make a difference.“Water…” He repeats.I aim my musket and fire.Die.The sound echoes numbly through my body li...
Weekly Contest #300
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day I became friends with Tristan, though it’s a memory I wish I could erase from my mind.The weather was hot and sticky. My shirt clung to my back like a second skin and the sound of cicadas echoed through the empty park.That day Mom forced me to go outside even though I was perfectly content to just lay in my bed and stare at the walls.I would’ve stayed there for hours memorizing the specks of granite under uneven coats of paint, or the residue from stickers the kids who had lived there before stuck on.Mo...
Weekly Contest #294
The sycamore stands tall, its long branches casting shadows over the rippling grass we rest upon.How long has it been since we came here together? Since we climbed this very hill to pick flowers? An eternity it seems, but then again no time at all. The corners of my mouth turn up in a soft smile as leaves slowly drift down into my hair. “Remember that time when we were kids and I wanted to add a sycamore leaf to my collection?” he doesn't respond. He’s like this a lot nowadays, leaving me to all the talking. It was c...
Weekly Contest #286
Isolation is not safety, it is death.If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t.~Neil HilbornThe ocean. Its dark murky waves tossed and slashed like the loneliness within her. Would this feeling disappear with the storm? Or would it linger even when the sun showed its face again? Waves shot up the cliff side soaking her billowing dress. Her dark hair whipped and twirled with the rain and wind. ~~~Hardly without any effort the wind shoved her door open, slamming it into the opposite wall with a shuddering b...
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