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Weekly Contest #96
With stringy hair, a muddy face, and a panting breath, a young woman stumbles into “Greely Green’s.” Her shirt, once white, is a matching dirt brown. Her ripped jeans reveal scrapes and blood at nearly every hole. Lee the bartender wipes the counter as he notices the stranger plop down on the stool in front of him. He tries to meet her gaze, but she buries her face in her arms. He then observes her head bob up and down and hears a faint sniffle. She’s crying. The girl lifts her head and wipes her face. “Uhh yeah” she says in a raspy voice, b...
Weekly Contest #88
The “fake-text-sneaky-pic.” Disgusting. Dangling my legs over the subway-car bench, pinning my eyes to a blob of old gum on the floor, I pretend not to even notice. But I notice. I always do. I mean, the kid’s just being lazy in his execution: exaggerating his finger motions, tucking his lip to the corner of his mouth, intensely widening his eyes. You might as well tell me to say, “cheese.” The shaming comes in different forms, almost like the varying deliveries of a versatile, hard-throwing Major League pitcher. A classic, four-seam fast...
Weekly Contest #87
In the office lounge of a Real Estate firm in Central New Jersey, James Pollin captures the attention of ten of his coworkers. “And then-” James chortles again, trying desperately to let his words escape before they are drowned by his uncontrollable laughter. “And then, when he shows up and can’t it…he’s gonna lose his shit!” James Pollin, the farthest thing from an “office-prankster” , allows himself to gently sink into the waters of popularity as he drinks in the adulation of his coworkers. This may be just an April Fools prank, but he ex...
Weekly Contest #86
“I feel good!” Martin Feldman sings at the dinner table. This all-too familiar display of musical buffoonery is greeted by a range of reactions. Martin’s only daughter, Samantha, fourteen years old and no stranger to embarrassment at the hands of her father, folds over and buries her head into her arms. Eugene, a 17-year-old spitting image of his father and always one to nurture the immature side of his dad, offers an appropriately screechy, comedic “HEYYYY!” Eugene’s dinner guest and date for the night, the beautiful Victoria Rossi, awkward...
Weekly Contest #85
“That’s the thing about this city, nobody cares about nobody….” All I did was give this drunk, homeless guy a dollar. I didn’t sign up for an intimate conversation. I didn’t ask for a philosophy class. Why do I always end up in this kind of bullshit? “That’s why I appreciate you man, you’re a good person. God has a plan for you, man.” I nod my head and smile as I repel from the disheveled misanthrope. He’s probably just going to buy more alcohol. Or worse. Sometimes I wonder if it’s actually possible to really do good in this world. But ...
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