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Weekly Contest #272
I want you to picture an eleven-year-old boy skimming stones on the banks of the Hudson River just outside of West Point. It was a cool October morning in 2003, and the leaves paint an autumn picture no artist’s brush can quite do justice. The boy wears a Beat Navy hoodie, with the front pocket starting to sag from the choice stones he has picked from the sides of the nearby railroad tracks. He skims stones when he is stressed, and up until last night the biggest stress in his life was worrying about striking out in the playoffs or failing a...
Weekly Contest #271
Twain was right about the truth. Strange things happen in life, and according to my late mother-in-law, they happen for a reason. I don’t know where you stand on the cosmic universe and where we all fit in it, but the following story will make you question the moving parts of the past, present, and future. It’s my story only because I believe it to be, but it may be yours as well because life is one big game of connecting the dots. Maybe we passed each other in our dreams, and you unknowingly s...
Weekly Contest #268
There is a beautiful poison inside of Gregory Coleman. It is a toxic blend of charm, charisma and confidence. Although he comes equipped with sharp fangs, he very rarely needs them. People are naturally drawn to his venom and are willing to suck it from him like desperate leaches hungry for his approval. Throw in green eyes and a radioactive smile that arches ever upward over a cleft chin and you have yourself a genuine, gorgeous predator. It is the rare man who can have ninety-nine out of the hundred ladies in the room and be unsatisfied. T...
Weekly Contest #267
“This is a waste of the High Council’s time. The matter has already been decided. A last-minute appeal is not going to change anything.” Carol Albrite, like the rest of the country, knew Ernest Faulkner’s Reputation. As Lord Chancellor of the High Council, he was a pragmatic man with two feet planted firmly in the future. There were rumors that his rise to Lord Chancellor was rooted in the war of 2040. He was born on the day the war ended and, as legend has it, was groomed to sit on the very seat his ass is currently warming. She would not b...
Weekly Contest #264
Strangers in Common Some things you do not see coming. It is always the “thing” that you never think could happen to you and then it does. Life smacks the words right out of your mouth. I’m at my sister’s wedding sitting on a toilet in some fancy catering hall. That “thing” just happened to me, and quite frankly, I’m not doing too well. I’m afraid to move, but more on that a little later if I have the time. To explain the predicament I find myself in, will be one part conf...
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