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Weekly Contest #239
I suppose it wasn't entirely unexpected that I was being followed by clouds or that it started raining peppers only I could see. I’m sure people wondered why I flinched when the occasional pepper landed on my head, but the ones I caught before they landed on the filthy Boston pavement were delicious in my cooking. There were all kinds - bell, poblano, jalapeno. Most of them were green, some were orange, but on the day I caught a red one, I realized…I needed to call my brother. I’d been in a bad place for a while. I wa...
Weekly Contest #143
Andrew jumped when Peter tapped him on the shoulder. He'd been staring up at the sky instead of paying attention to the time or the crowd around him.Peter looked up. “What do you see up there? A spaceship? A missile? Should we be running?”Andrew gave him a small smile. “No, it’s just a nice day. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the clouds are huge and fluffy.”“Wow, you look at you getting all poetic.”“I guess staring at the sky is better than hitting the bottle.”Peter stared at him a moment. Are you doing okay?&n...
Weekly Contest #53
I knew it was going to happen. The little boy looked at his popsicle slowly sliding off the wooden stick, purple liquid dripping over his hand. A man rushed over to the boy with a wad of napkins, but it was too late. The chunk of ice tipped and plopped into the sand. The little boy looked down at it, his lip quivering, but he didn’t say a word. The man looked like he wanted to cry. He stuffed the napkins into the pocket of his shorts and knelt, heedless of the hot sand. “I’m sorry, baby boy. I’m sorry that ha...
Weekly Contest #48
Monday, August 3 He’s out there somewhere. Waiting. Watching, Ready to attack. I know he can recognize my outfit. It’s known around the world. To most, I’m a hero, the man who will save their day; to others, I can be their worst nightmare. I know it’s true because that’s what they told me during training. I trying to be a hero today. I’ve even been a hero to him at various times, yet still, he hates me. My colleagues tell me it’s my imagination, but I know it’s true. I’ve seen the fury in hi...
Weekly Contest #47
The mailman is never going to get here, is he? You’ve been waiting weeks to get that catalog. Oh, of course, it’s old-fashioned of you to get a paper catalog when you’re surrounded by technology. Not only are you surrounded by technology, but you could also afford the best of it, can’t you? Still, there’s something about the feel of the paper beneath your fingers, the crinkle as it shifts in your hand, the smell of it. Oh, do you hear that? The mailman really needs to have his employer give his little white truck a tune-up. You’ve list...
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