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Weekly Contest #375
"It's a sign." Earl side-eyed Lem. He knew what it was, but what was it doing here? The sign they were looking at was on the side of the road and hadn't been there the day before. The post was super shiny aluminum, that was why they'd stopped. Something that shiny had to be checked out. Only half the sign was posted. "Crossing" it said in black letters on a marigold yellow background. The top half, at least what Earl assumed was the top half, was missing. "What'd ya thank crosses her?" Lem said. Lem sounded like he could be a radio star but ...
“Taylor, you still coming?” Megan asked as she cocked her head. “You’re not going to chicken out, right?” Amber and Kat laughed along with her in that weird way they do. “Yeah, I’ll be there.” I wasn’t going to miss it. This chaotic crew had been the only group to befriend me my junior year. Fitting in wasn’t the only thing I wanted, it was everything and these girls were awesome. Megan our self-appointed leader sneered at me. “Good. We’ll pick you up at 11pm and go there.” “There” was The Borders, an abandoned mall on the other side of town...
*contains sexual innuendo and comments.* "Okay, people. Let's go. Let's go. This happens every night. Get those dishes out. Move it." Yelled the red-faced head chef. "Yes, chef." everyone said in unison. Utensils clinked, pans sizzled, and food was plated as everyone moved in rhythm around the kitchen. Andrew Garbon, the saucier, eyed the head chef as he marched around looking more important than he was. It was that damned Michelin Star. He'd always dreamed of working at a Michelin Star restaurant, but ever since those tire hawking hacks had...
Weekly Contest #318
I took a deep breath and gripped the podium as I looked out over the large group of people in the room. Everyone was well dressed, except for some of my grandkids, but that’s okay. Starting was the hardest part, but thankfully I’d been rehearsing this speech for a few days. I tugged at my collar. It was hot up here with all the bright lights. “I remember it like it was yesterday. She gave me a list of 3 things that I absolutely had to do.” I took out the faded piece of paper that I’d kept in my dresser for the past 63 years and held it up fo...
Weekly Contest #317
April 12, 2026 Today was...weird. I got up and made coffee for me and the dog and a notification came through. I thought it was an Amber Alert the way the phone was buzzing and ringing, but it wasn't. When I checked it the notification was in all caps and said ALIENS HAVE TAKEN OVER. I thought it was a joke. I checked TikTok and after a few videos I started seeing people crying. They were talking about the sudden government collapse and the arrival of our new leaders. No one had any pictures of the aliens, just their ships. The ships looked ...
John Starkey had to make ends meet and tonight he was an escort. Mr. Carl Thomas seemed nice enough during the interview, though John thought he’d bombed it. He was really surprised when he got the call to meet Carl’s wife at the luxurious Henry building downtown. He straightened his bow tie and checked his cufflinks for what seemed like the hundredth time. John was willing himself to not sweat in the 3-piece suit, but it wasn’t working very well. His anti-perspirant would be the real hero tonight. John tapped his foot as they pulled up to t...
Weekly Contest #296
*There's no suicide on the page, but the story is about euthanasia and Alzheimer's and could be triggering to some readers.* "Could you state your name for me?" Agent Brad Radcliffe spoke in a professional tone. He'd been brought into this case as a special investigator for the FBI. The details of which crossed several states, and thus made it his jurisdiction. He didn't want to be here though. Brad had been on vacation when the call came in from The Agency. He was the one that was closest and they said he could tack on another day of vacat...
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