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Weekly Contest #357
Cornelius approached his rented Plymouth Voyager van, stuffed with suitcases and duffle bags. Two men occupied the middle and back rows, each contorted in compliance with the narrow benched. The dank smell of bad breath and farts hit him like a brick upon opening the door. “Time to wake up, ladies!” he alerted his road buddies in his deep, but deliberate voice. The two stirred in their respective seats. Growls and groans of pain ensued as the result of nagging injuries and the cramped conditions in the van. Out of the v...
Bob Healey awoke to emptiness. The tranquility of being alone in the home was something he had always longed for, even if it was for just a fleeting moment, especially with the hustle and bustle of living in greater Boston. But without his beloved Pat by his side, the void left space for his mind to wander. Feelings of guilt, loneliness, and cringe cycled through his mind. Nevertheless, he began the morning like any other, donning his mustard-yellow cloth robe he wore everyday since 1987 when Pat bought it for him. The thread count was thin...
Weekly Contest #356
"Kawaaaah, a-wah a-wah a-wah a-wah!" So went the soundtrack bassline of the average spring morning in Guano Landings, an upper middle class subdivision nestled in the mid-Atlantic town of Long Neck. Within a few minutes, the orchestra would be joined by the hissing of the automated sprinklers, while they ensured a rich, dark shade of green for the tall fescue lawns. The chorus of teenagers headed to school in their Dodge Challengers and F-250s completed the ensemble. "Kawaaaah, a-wah a-wah a-wah a-wah!"But those damn geese wouldn’t stop. Eve...
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