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Submitted to Contest #186
Greg saw it begin to unravel. A loose green thread tickles his palm as it dangles from the chunky oversized sleeve. He’d worn this same ugly sweater every Christmas for ... what ... twelve years now? Thirteen? He counts back from his visit home senior year, just before Dad– just before his brother Pete got married. Yup. Thirteen years. He only wears the sweater for a few days each year, the rest of the time it’s stuffed in a box in Mom’s garage with the other holiday swag awaiting his annual return. But even a few days of drinking eggnog and...
Submitted to Contest #175
“I never thought of Dad as a ‘tree guy,’” Paul said. Paul’s eyes were bleary. They’d left before he had time to make coffee, and his chin rested on his hands perched atop the shovel handle he was leaning on. Puffs of misty breath wafted from his nose and lips in the early morning air. “Yeah, me neither,” agreed his sister, Elise. “But Dad always was full...of...surprises.” She timed the last few words to her breathing as she knelt to scoop out handfuls of dark soil from the bottom of the shallow circular hole Paul had just dug. A...
Shortlisted for Contest #167 ⭐️
Brett’s carbon fiber ice ax slams into the translucent frozen waves of the icefall. Flecks and shards of brittle blue ice tinkle against his polarized goggles and the frozen rivulets of breath that coat his impressive beard. He kicks spiked crampon-covered boots into the uneven ice, anchoring him to the frozen waterfall hundreds of feet above the valley floor. In the spring, this icy cliff will be a deafening waterfall. But for now, the landscape is silent except for Brett’s ragged breathing as he climbs. Brett lifts his left foot and ...
Winner of Contest #73 🏆
There’s no sound on earth quite like a bird flying into a sliding glass door. Unlike the white noise of mass extinctions and vanishing rainforests, the singular thud of delicate avian bones against shatter-resistant Duraplex glass is impossible to ignore. It's the sound of the natural and man-made worlds colliding, like the off-key fervor of a bronze temple gong struck by a fresh-faced initiate. Burt Frumbder was savoring the second sip of his first cup of coffee when this one-of-a-kind sound made him jump, spilling this same cup of cof...
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