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Weekly Contest #343
Last Person Here Hooly Fruck! With one powerful kick, Evan practically threw the door of the blue shitter open, and even in the current haze of his vision he could see that it was nearly pitch black in the park save for a lamppost or two stationed around the perimeter. Though even in the amber glow of the poles, everything around the circle of lights was engulfed with the natural darkness of the night. Evan just looked ahead, dazed and with a head full of the coors and the corona extras from earlier that whatever amount of sleep he just had...
Weekly Contest #230
It was some minutes past midnight, when Emma looked out her bedroom window. Out at the barn across the gravel driveway. From the glow of the gooseneck lamp, the right double door was partially ajar. Damnit! She thought. Grandpa Mitchell’s in the barn again. Once awhile, usually once or twice a week, Emma had noticed her grandfather would get up in the middle of the night and sneak off into his old barn. The old man was nostalgic, and he had built the barn with his bare hands during his thirties, so he would go inside the barn to reminisce...
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