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Weekly Contest #54
Flint sat with his back pressed to the marble walls of the school. They were cold in the early morning air, but they were dry. Dew littered the grass of the garden in front of him like diamonds dropped onto emerald ribbons, but the roof above the walkway had blocked the rain from last night. A steadily approaching metronome of heeled boots made his skin prickle, but he refused to turn his head. He figured that staring at the newcomer would be awkward. Flint rose to his feet when she was nearly on top of him. “Good morning.” He offe...
Weekly Contest #52
A coffin is shaped, and has a removable lid, but a casket is rectangular, and has a hinged lid. They are both quite similar, at least in function, but I had been taught the difference by my parents and their ceaseless planning for the future. A casket and a coffin are not the same. Often the two have been mistaken for each other, especially by people who have never attended a funeral. I was never wholly enthusiastic about my first one. The road was full of potholes that filled with water when it rained. When the wind was still, they l...
Weekly Contest #51
The sky was a perfect shade of oblivion. Petra lay on her back inside the rowboat, using a canvas satchel as a pillow against the wooden boards. The inky cobalt waves lapped against the frame, gently rocking the vessel like a hammock. Petra only stared at the sky. It wasn’t fully dark yet, so the cloudless dome looked like a big blue sheet, tinted only with a distant pale yellow behind Petra’s head. A few pinpricks of white light dusted the sky like freckles. Petra gazed wordlessly into the blue void, daring the other stars to step fort...
Weekly Contest #48
The strongest deceptions are based on truth. Even so, it was remarkable just how flexible the human mind is. It was surprisingly easy to make someone believe in the supernatural. It wasn’t a problem for me to conjure an imaginary spider big enough to face off against a car, and it was even easier to make people scared of it. I only had to show what they were most likely to believe in, and these two men, it would seem, were slightly arachnophobic. I watched the unfolding scene from a perch on the base of a fire escape. I didn’t want to...
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