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Weekly Contest #370
The sounds of car horns and squealing brakes joined the morning light filtering through Miles’ window. The phone alarm rang but he didn’t stir until an airhorn blast from the street startled him awake. Miles jumped and almost fell out of bed but he recovered and sat on its edge until his heart slowed from a Buddy Rich drum roll. He silenced the cheery electronic alarm and looked around the efficiency apartment: a small room furnished with a lumpy bed, a plastic covered sofa, and a kitchenette. Nothing hung on the walls.Miles laid back on the...
Weekly Contest #291
Sasha’s arm ached from the lack of motion, but she knew that even the slightest movement could bring instant death from a German Karbiner 98k rifle. She hadn't yet spotted an enemy sniper, but she believed that he was near, hidden somewhere in the rubble of her beloved city.A light snow fell, and Sasha recalled the childhood fun of catching the first winter snowflakes on her tongue until a series of muffled explosions and the chatter of machine gun fire quickly disrupted the cherished memory. Through the acrid smoke that had engulfed the cit...
Weekly Contest #255
For the first time in years, my leg didn’t hurt. You see, I have a slight kink in my lower spine that causes a constant low-level pain. I have mostly learned to live with the pain but on that day, I was especially grateful for a reprieve. It was on a Friday in September 1970 when I walked along a narrow, little-used trail that wound through a dense forest in northwest Pennsylvania. I was on a quest to find something, anything that would help me understand what happened to my father during the war.As a child, our relationship was wo...
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