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Weekly Contest #104
The packed-to-bursting car gave a farewell toot, signaling the start of the annual family camping trip. The ancient Buick Century, top-heavy with its 4-bike roof rack, began cautiously backing out of the driveway. Relief started to spread through Tim, who stood on the front steps, waving good-bye—and good riddance—to his parents and younger siblings. The Buick lurched to a halt. “Whoops, footwear!” Mom hollered from an open window. The youngest leapt from the teetering car, ran into the house, and emerged, holding water shoes aloft in triump...
Shortlisted for Contest #101 ⭐️
It’s late spring in New England, and the sun is warm syrup pouring down, making hikers sticky and hot. Hair clings to Tessa’s temples like scum at the lake’s waterline. The seventh-grade class vibrates with excitement on their field trip and she scrambles to keep up. They carry logbooks and at the gurgling brook everyone halts to record observations. She writes: “Small fish came to my hand and touched me with their noses and rushed away. I think I scared them.” Then they’re off again tramping through scrubland. When the teacher’s back is tur...
Winner of Weekly Contest #45 🏆
A young man, his head full of easy, random thoughts, cycled to his friend’s house. He rang the doorbell and heard the muffled tones of Winchester Cathedral resounding within. No answer. Pat – pat – pat. Drops of rain began to speckle the concrete stairs and his T-shirt. He leaned back and squinted skywards. The low elephantine clouds threatened a major dump. He peered inside, looking for movement on the other side of the lace curtains. Damn, Bo had said to come right over. He pulled out his phone and saw Bo’s text: “Getting nacho stuff. On ...
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