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Weekly Contest #346
Jim parked and stepped out onto Hickory Rd. He had heard good things about the basement cafe under The Public House, but hadn’t felt comfortable showing his face around these parts just yet. It was early Fall, a little after 9:30 in the morning.Crossing Hickory, Jim skipped up the curb and wandered the neighborhood until he came across a 3 story residence that had recently been gutted and turned into the hottest restaurant in town. There was a generous walkway and a wheelchair-accessible porch, and, off to the left, a path with a sign with a...
Weekly Contest #341
Jim was exhausted. He’d been “running on empty” most of the day. Some would say he was intermittent fasting. He knew he just wasn’t motivated enough to eat… so it was small sips of black coffee paced throughout the shift until his relief came in. An hour and a half left til then. The music was soft this afternoon. Mild crooners at a low volume. It was pleasant, but Jim was jittery. He would have usually switched to decaf by now, but today was boring and his sleepless nights were collecting. The caffeine kept him bouncing, moving around, clea...
Weekly Contest #173
The night was starting to wind down and Jim was feeling the hours. He had gotten to work at 10:30am and would be wrapping up business around midnight. Most of his patrons had trickled out at this point. He was hunched over his faithful three-tiered sink, diligently cleaning and stacking glassware to dry. Once his prodigious pile of dishes was cleansed, he’d make a sweep of the tables and set to polishing. It was about an hour before last call, but the time was moving steadily. The bar stools were empty and the tables of guests had mostly b...
Weekly Contest #94
Amanda turned and walked down the street. Jeff watched her, half mesmerized, half insane with rage. He didn’t know what to do with the emotions that were welling up inside him. It was a little bit of everything, and every fiber of his being was screaming “CHASE HER,” but Jeff had listened. Amanda was going. She didn’t want him around anymore. C’est la vie. Poor Jeff. So why start the story at the end? Jeff and Amanda had a tumultuous and passionate relationship. It was unbalanced and confusing at best. At its worst… things hurt. Something ...
Weekly Contest #92
Fred was driving. He didn’t have a sense of where he was headed, but he was determined to get somewhere. It had been a few days since he started, and the roads were a comfort at this point. His car was old but it wasn’t in bad shape. He had been listening to the radio. He had played the albums he kept in the car. He got sick of hearing the same songs after a while. It was getting late in the night... early in the morning? It was after midnight, that’s for sure. The silence surrounding him was cushioned by the engine’s purr. Fred had drive...
Weekly Contest #90
She would always start out small. Missed phone calls. Anxious antics and unabashed excuses. She knew what she was up to every step of the way, so it wasn't hard. Not for her. Everyone else had to just take it. Deal with it. She wasn't about to let anyone tell her what to do. She had her reasons. She had her ways. The trip had been planned for months, and she was not the type to let go of this kind of thing. Without him, or anyone else for that matter, it was a lot cheaper. She chose luxury over financial security. "Treat yourself," they wo...
Weekly Contest #89
It would’ve been a few years of consistency, complacency and all around mundane living, but his interior had other plans. Something warped on the reclusive side of his mind and there was a strength that came with the change. A strength that could not be matched or surpassed. The lower, lurking recesses of his thoughts grew. Broader, bolder, unabashed in their assault on the tender and comforting side of his psychosis. So what once was a balancing act became an incline and it was his to climb. Like Sisyphus, forever against the weight of his ...
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