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Weekly Contest #359
Devin realized he was in trouble the moment he started counting her eyelashes. He was supposed to be proofreading her ethics paper. That’s why they were in the library. But somewhere between paragraph three and paragraph four, he’d stopped tracking her argument and started tracking the way the light caught in her eyes when she was excited about something. “…so then my professor says the whole premise collapses if I don’t define ‘harm’ clearly enough, which I thought I did, but apparently I’m actually the dumbest person alive—are you even li...
Weekly Contest #317
Evan hated coffee. The taste, bitter and sharp, clung to his tongue like regret. The smell was worse: roasted beans ground into clouds heavy enough to suffocate his mornings. He would never understand how people consumed this poison with such joy daily, but every day, without fail, he walked into the corner café two blocks from his apartment, ordered something he barely sipped, and sat near the window. But he wasn’t there for the coffee.He came for her. The barista.The girl behind the counter was maybe twenty, twenty-one at most. Reddish-Bro...
Weekly Contest #309
The old bookstore was more than a refuge from the city’s relentless bustle; it was a sanctuary for misfits and dreamers. The bell above the door chimed with a hollow nostalgia every Tuesday when Elena stepped inside, the sound echoing through aisles crowded with sagging shelves and the ghosts of a thousand unread stories. The air was thick with the scent of yellowing pages, mingled with the faint aroma of cinnamon from the bakery next door—a scent that always reminded her of childhood afternoons spent in her grandmother’s attic, leafing thro...
Weekly Contest #297
The clock on my desk blinked 6:42 p.m., its red digits glaring at me like a judgmental professor. I stared back, slouched in my chair, surrounded by empty soda cans and the crumpled remnants of snack wrappers. My laptop was open, the cursor blinking on a blank Word document. My political science paper was due in five hours and seventeen minutes. The math quiz? Same deadline. And what had I done all weekend? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This wasn’t the plan. Why hadn’t I just stuck to the plan? Friday night, I told myself I deserved a break ...
Weekly Contest #294
Often it is said that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. That may be true; I hope it will be the case when I go. But I often see moments of my life every time I close my eyes to sleep. Some of the best memories of my 32 years pass by, the births of my 2 wonderful children, my wedding day, but most often I think of my time with Emory. She was my best friend all of high school; she was the one who broke me out of my shell, who made me see the world beyond the confines of my own fears and doubts. She would call me "Wallflower,"...
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