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Submitted to Contest #334
Lost at the Lake “It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark.” Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Match Girl. Creed gazed at the frozen, pristine surface of Williams Lake as the wind whipped the snow in sheets. The lake sat at just over 11,000 feet. Surrounded by snow already nearly 7 feet deep. Above the timberline. In the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. At the base of Wheeler Peak. The highest point in New Mexico. At most, the temperature was 5 degrees above zero. He wasn’t in the right p...
The Tortoise and the Satirical Hare I’m going to tell you “exactly” what happened in that infernal race. The one where I lost but was cheated out of a win that belonged to me! Cheated because the Turtles conspired against me. Thankfully, the kind folks over at “Reedsy” sent me this Prompt. Asked me to tell you my side of the story. I crossed the finish line fast, fresh, and flashy. And there was that tortoise! Wearing a crown. Covered in medals. Holding a trophy. A garland of wildflowers draped around his ugly, ...
Submitted to Contest #333
Pork Chops with Brown Rice “These pork chops taste like shoe leather. What’s your mom teaching you to make these days? It’d have to be better than this.” “Pork chops with brown rice. Mine are way better than these. Come over tomorrow night and I’ll show you.” Randall drained his coke. “Adam, I have the perfect recipe for finding girls.” Would this turn out like Judith? Randall told me that he’d heard she “liked me.” I was more likely to strike up a conversation with a rattlesnake than...
What Was Happening to Me? I threw up all night. My body covered with red, angry blotches. I didn’t sleep much. When I dozed off, I had one of those disturbing dreams. The ones filled with “dancing girls of Sears.” A few “muscle men of Sears” thrown in. I wasn’t sure what was scarier. Throwing up so violently. The livid hives. Having another one of those eerily decadent dreams. Ending up with my PJs covered in sticky white “stuff.” I was too sick to even think about Victoria. What was happening to me? My parents let ...
Submitted to Contest #331
The Heart Window House Angry bursts of wind-driven snow and sleet exploded against the roof of the lonely mountain cabin. Empty without Amelia. Lightning flashed on the high peaks; thunder echoed down the valleys. Vicious clouds of ice crystals smashed into the heart-shaped shutters. Adam glanced at the envelope on the kitchen table addressed to Perkins and Blodgett, attorneys at law. Beside it was a binder. He was so alone. He whispered the haiku she’d written in 9th grade English. The snow came down like silver salt and ...
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