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Weekly Contest #330
I remember the day it happened. From the moment you were born, kicking and screaming into my life, everything sped up and refused to slow down. Holding you in my arms, seeing your perfect face, something changed, something I couldn’t control. Something beyond me, out in the distance out of sight. I left, I didn’t want to, someone made me leave. I drove through the winter night wanting nothing more than to return to you and your mom. My knuckles were white, my heart raced, and my mind spun in circles. I had to be careful; the roads were icy...
Weekly Contest #326
CW: Brief gore, supernatural content Bernie stood from the couch, making his way to the door. He grabbed both their coats, handing Nora hers. Abuela approached holding her little dog.“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Guapito, he will miss you dearly.” Abuela said, turning her body so the ancient toothless chihuahua was closer.“Of course. Lo siento, Guapito, how could I forget you.” Bernie reached his hand out; the dog growled and bared his toothless grin. Bernie continued and stroked his back unfazed by the aggressive little dog. In his youth,...
Weekly Contest #325
Shuffling around in his room, Joe tried his best to be quiet. He laced up his boots, then tiptoed to the side of the bed. He studied Nancy’s face as she slept. I wish I could stay, but work… He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Walking to his daughter’s room, he liked to make sure all was well before he left each morning. Even in the darkness, the bright pink walls reflected little Melissa’s personality. Once he saw the rise and fall of her chest he could leave. He slipped out, walked outside, and locked the front door. Joe ...
Weekly Contest #324
The hunger pain of Matthew’s stomach woke him long before the sun rose. The clouds were pink in the sky, passing through after a long night of rain. He rolled over to look at the wall of his tiny white rock shelter. He scratched a diagonal line across four vertical ones. He knew sleep would not embrace him again, so he sat, sore from sleeping on the stone floor again. He reached for his satchel dumping the contents in front of him. Half of the emergency candle, a knife, flint, and some cordage. He tipped the satchel, gathering the last of th...
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