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Weekly Contest #91
“I am sorry!” screeched my colleague Susan. “You may NOT use language like that while you are here, this is a PUBLIC place!” Susan was dressed like a witch, green face paint, warty and the daggers she gave the pair she was addressing were straight out of a Hollywood horror. It was Halloween, a day when the staff embraced the chance to play dress ups. I’d chosen my vampire costume with a smile on my dial that morning but by the afternoon my false teeth were lost and the Transylvanian accent had become little to scarce. The moment I saw the tr...
Weekly Contest #85
“That’s the thing about this city…” mused the shorty with a jet black Mohawk and pencil thin mustache. “When you’re up you’re up, but as soon as you’re down it kicks you in the teeth. The girl in a sparkling gold dress, backless with the thinnest of shoulder straps looked up from where she had been weeping into her open hands. At the beginning of the night she may have been something close to beautiful but her hair was now a mess and her makeup had run like a stream after the snows thawed. From the neck up she was a wreck. “What? What do you...
Weekly Contest #83
Jess carefully made her way down to the place where the ocean lapped upon the shore. The great basket of her mother’s flowers was a beautiful gift and she hoped it and the rainbow of color within would please the Goddess Aqua. Bare feet wet with the crystal clear sea, then shins, then finally thighs, Jess ventured forth to rest the basket upon the crest of the tiny waves and gave her offering a gentle shove. The basket’s bouquet was picked up by the ocean breeze and blown back toward Jess once more before the loaded wicker coasted away. For ...
Weekly Contest #79
Once long ago there lived two young boys. They grew up in the mountains to the north, their village surrounded by goblin tribes. All the young men in the village trained to be great warriors, some of the young women as well. As these two boys grew up they showed great prowess in the arts of strength, wrestling, fighting with sword and shooting with bow. The one known as Hawk was best at shooting while the one named Stone was best with sword. They both loved a girl named Flame who was their age, so skillful was she that both boys had been bea...
Weekly Contest #77
The sun was shining, another glorious day. Boon busied herself with rolling up her sleeping mat, tidying her living space and making a far greater mess out of whatever lay about left over from the dimly recalled night before. Dressed in leggings and a shorter sleeved pullover, ready for a delightful venture forth into the great outdoors the pretty young gnome with a childish eagerness took hold of the knob of her portal and thrust the door wide open. Upon her first step Boon heard the distinct crunch of fresh snow, the mere action of transgr...
Weekly Contest #76
Tommy looked across the hospital bed at Heidi and Tim and sighed. “Well Misses G I’m thinking it is time I left you and these other two alone.” The coma persisted, the hospital’s machines beeping rhythmically, keeping track of oxygen, heart rate and brain activity. Tommy leaned over the bed and gave Tim’s mum a kiss on the forehead. It was clammy and the kiss made a smack like noise as Tommy’s lips brushed skin and hair combined. There was no reaction from Tim or Heidi. Still none when Tommy nodded goodbye in their direction. Quietly he left...
Weekly Contest #74
December 31st 1999, 11:59pm, ten seconds to midnight… “Ten!” shouted the crowded dance floor. The DJ urged them all to scream the number loudly as it flashed up on the projector screen. The Escape Cruise ship New Year’s Eve crowd at the Naughty Nineties disco obliged with gumption and glee. Jamie moved through that crowd with purpose and precision. Sam was out there somewhere and deep down Jamie knew they were meant to be together. As the crowd hollered nine Jamie thought back to that day when the new job began at that accounting firm and ...
December 21st 1999Sam’s day pretty much started like any other at Gordon and Gordon Accounting. Login, clock on and attack the numbers. Sam liked numbers. Numbers were safe and dependable. It was close to Christmas and creeping closer still to that dreaded Millennium and the supposed bug that would wipe out technology and life as all knew it. Sam tapped the computer lovingly.“I’ll back you up, I promise,” Sam soothed.The day went on like every other, nine through to five with half an hour for lunch. Every Tuesday Sam had a salad and tuna san...
Weekly Contest #72
Bert’s fat lips wobbled as he skimmed over the embossed font scrawled across the crisp parchment. Each letter was a rusty brown in color, the ink swirling, curly. The young man mouthed every word as he deciphered it. He could not believe his luck; from what he had been able to determine thus far Bert’s Great Uncle Donaldson had mysteriously disappeared, presumed deceased. Bert had not known of this strange benefactor, knew nothing of the man’s existence. In fact Bert had always thought his mother and father both to be only children. The over...
The mist was like a pea soup. So thick that Detective Donaldson could barely hear the sound of the oars as he dragged them through the calm ocean tinged green. The locals had informed Donaldson that there was an island out there somewhere, barely visible on a clear day. The detective was trying to find it in the middle of winter. It was an impossible task but one that Dan Donaldson was desperate to achieve. He hoped he was going to find land soon. The tiny rowboat continued to slide through the water until after what seemed like hours the hu...
Weekly Contest #70
“King Otto Battleblade you must listen to me!” implored General Hammer MacOrcbane. The two stout figures sat across from each other in the Great Drinking Hall, a grand table between spread with maps of the Twin Peaks Pass. Scouts had reported that The White Fang goblin clan had been sighted gathering forces in the pass. “We must close the Mountain Gates and defend whom of our people have managed to reach safety,” the General continued to argue. “But what of the pony farmers here and here, further south of the pass?” the King argued back. “Th...
It was Ben’s inability to give up that led to the incident at the Staff Christmas Show. Tenacity was often considered a strong characteristic at Foots Sports, the sports shoe design company and Ben had tenacity in spades. Ben was picked first by managers and team mates alike when a big project was underway. It was tenacity that led (eventually) to Ben and Sally going out on their first date. As one date led to another and one big project followed on from the next Ben was sitting pretty at work and away. “I am so sure that Employee of the Y...
Weekly Contest #69
“Dad! Dad! No… Arrrrrgggg!!” Jarod yelled at the screen. So far the Zoom call was not going well. “Hey! Marie! Can you see this? It’s Jarod! I’ve got Jarod on the screen!” called back Jarod’s father, Jim. “Hey buddy! I can see ya… Can you see me?” “No Dad,” Jarod groaned. “You have the camera setting wrong… I can see Mum and she is not finished getting dressed…” “Oh, right,” chuckled Jarod’s father. “Is this better..?” Jarod swore as the call ended. Tapping the Zoom icon on his phone and following all the convoluted instructions eventually J...
Weekly Contest #67
One Eyed Jacque lowered her eye glass and smirked, a wicked grin that hinted at much mischief. She had spied the flag of His Majesty King Henrold, the compass that had been stolen from her would soon be hers again. “Yaaaarrrrr! Yahaaaaaaaarrrr!” she laughed, her piratical person reflected in the still sea. The glistening brine showing her long dark locks glistening and single eye shimmering like an emerald atop a precious pearl. As the wondrous wind brought the sky to life the dastardly seafarer weighed anchor, raised her canvas sail and fel...
Marc held on tight to his father’s hand. This was to be his first trip to Octavia in Sector Three and he had heard from his older brothers just how big the Octavian markets were, how easy it would be for a little Forian like Marc to become lost forever. ‘You can let go for now, son,’ Marc’s father Yon sent, butterfly like antenna wiggling and waggling as the mental message was sent. Marc’s shorter detectors vibrated as the message was received and the youngster released his deathlike grasp. Marc fidgeted then, jostled about by the flight pat...
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