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Weekly Contest #377
For as long as I can remember, I have had this faded green glass duck, and my older brother has loved hiding it from me. I’m not sure where I got it from exactly. Probably from one of the thousands of garage sales our aunt had taken us to. I used to cry every time it would disappear, screaming and wailing to our mother as my brother denied taking it. It wasn’t until I ran to Dad that he suddenly remembered where he might have seen it last. I toted that duck to school, to church, into the woods where it stood guard against the Dragons that ca...
The man’s quill scratched against the paper, in the still candlelight, drawing long curved letters that smudged at the edges as he hastened to the next line. “Daddy.” His daughter said, her arms full of porcelain dolls as she stood in the doorway expectantly. “Daddy?” “Yes?” He said, absently, hunched over his desk that took up most of the small monochrome room. “Daddy, can I come in and play?” He stared at the letter, her words unable to reach him. “Daddy.” She said again, her voice smaller. “I miss you. Can I come in and play, please?” She...
Weekly Contest #376
The thick fog hanging lower over the ocean clung to its torn robes as the Wraith glided over the still black water. The icy air flowed through the creature, neither noticing the other. It moved without thought, unburdened by wants, only a need that lay deep below the surface. The wailing souls rotting for eternity, strewn about the ocean floor. As the moon crested above, it cast the wraith in aching light, the scent of something odd, some fresh torment, distracted the cloaked figure. The black outline of the ship hung on the horizon. The sai...
Weekly Contest #375
Sweat poured over the malnourished man, clinging to the oversized canvas coveralls, as the bell tolled through the night sky for the twelfth time. The humid air lent little to ease his ragged breaths. The church cast the graveyard into heavy darkness as the moon sat low behind it. His skin hung from his bones, the tendons and ligaments pulled tight as he worked. His crazed eyes burned as he sank his shovel back into the ground. Water splashed against the sea wall a few hundred yards away, and wood creaked as the ships scraped against the doc...
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