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Weekly Contest #361
“Seals don’t live that long, man” “They can. I looked it up.” “Are you sure you remembered the right figure? Is that in the wild, or in captivity?” Ray tilted his head derisively, as if talking to a child. “Yes, dipshit, in the wild. I know how to read.” He took another long drag on the joint and passed it back to Ali, the embers at the tip the only light against the black blanket of waves behind the deck. “It’s been 12 years. If he was young when I saw him the first time, it’s pretty likely he’s still alive. Plus, I read that they come back...
Weekly Contest #348
“Watch me disappear” Dad was always claiming that he could perform the impossible. When I was young, and he could, he was a god. He’d hold up a blanket to his neck, grinning and eyes waggling, and get me to solemnly intone the magic words, allowing me to stumble over the big ones in my lisping childish mouth. The moment I did, the blanket flew up in the air as if in shock, corners reaching high to the ceiling, and collapsed to the ground with no Dad to be found in its place. I laughed ecstatically when he flung himself out from behind the cl...
Weekly Contest #299
Of all the things you could let guide your path through life, spite was one of the most underrated. There was a specific kind of fire inside oneself you could get from throwing an achievement in someone’s face that you could never recreate from optimism or carefully rational decision making. It wasn’t a positive mindset or a desire to change the world that got me out of bed each morning – it was bile. I was the product of bloody-minded stubbornness and pathological antagonism, of parents who gave me both too much rope and not enough of it. T...
Weekly Contest #292
“I have something I would like to show you. A rare artefact of chilling importance and great mystery.” “Oh. No. No, thank you. Thanks anyway.” He had already pushed his chair out and was starting to back away, smiling in a thin but polite kind of way. “Are you sure?” I asked, reedy voice quavering with an unpleasant hint of whine. “I live less than five minutes away?” “Nice meeting you,” he said, in a way that implied it hadn’t been, and then he was gone. I threw a beer m...
Weekly Contest #281
“You can’t give it to anyone. I can’t stress that enough. There will be consequences.” That had been the last thing that the man had said to George before getting in his car, scraping his shoes on the pavement edge to avoid tracking any snow in. He had been driving an unassuming beat-up old Honda, but the shoes had been immaculate, sparkling – expensive. George didn’t know much about footwear, but they looked like the kind that cost more than he’d make in a month. Shivering there in his booth, he hoped the man would be back soon.  ...
Weekly Contest #262
It was around 9:45am, when the sweat had already formed dark rivers in his shirt that surged down from his armpits to his belt, that he realised he might not have planned this thoroughly enough. Wiping his glasses, he checked the weather app on his phone. 95 degrees. Give it a few more hours, and it was showing 104. Not showing any cloud cover either. He looked up squinting at the sky to see if the phone was lying. Bright, untainted blue, the kind you’d get in a child’s landscape painting, stretching out over miles and miles of dust and sand...
Weekly Contest #257
ACT IScene 1Setting: A spacious, upscale restaurant in the centre of London. Early evening. A man and a woman, GRANT and JENNIFER, are sat at a table centre stage. There are two more tables dotted around them with other couples, and two waiters attending to them. They aren’t talking when the curtain rises, but the tables around them are. The FIRST WAITER approaches the table FIRST WAITERGood evening, can I get either of you anything to drink? GRANTUmm…maybe two more minutes? FIRST WAITERNo problem, whenever you’re ready GRANT and ...
Weekly Contest #256
“I assure you, Ma’am, you’d be making a mistake,” he grinned, through slightly crooked teeth. “I won’t be in town much longer and you won’t get an offer like this again.”The woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the kitchen table. She was smiling too, but her eyes were darting to the door and her nails were leaving indents in one tightly clasped hand. She went to speak and he cut her off. “I know, you want to wait for your husband, lord knows I’d want my wife to do the same. But this is different. And a smart man like your husband, he’d...
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