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Weekly Contest #363
USELESS07/17/26by Wade Douglass The river was wrong, and Boss was gone; I knew both to be true before I'd finished my first cup of coffee. I was on the porch at first light, the way I am most mornings, waiting for the hot coffee to jump-start my joints. Sarah was inside at the stove fixin’ breakfast. The first thing I noticed was the gate to Boss’ pen was open, and our boar hog was missing. Getting out of his pen was not so unusual, since Boss is a contrary sort. But to not hang around the food trough for morning feed was distinctly unusual....
Weekly Contest #362
WHAT YOU CAN LEARN FROM AN ONION 07/09/26Wade Douglass Mara Donnelly was ten years old when she arrived on the porch of the old house on Conti Street, known to locals as Casa Conti. The small girl had dirt under her nails and hunger behind her eyes. She was wearing a ragged winter jacket three sizes too large, frayed shoes two sizes too small, and a plan that did not include what she would do after she filched the pie. She was halfway through the kitchen door, reaching for the pie, when she spotted Serafina Conti, matriarch of Casa Conti and...
Weekly Contest #330
The canyon held its breath. Below the high stone walls, the clan gathered with heavy silence and tense posture. A moon had passed since the chief and his wife drowned during a hunt for the Iberian ibex, and the clan had lived in uncertainty since. Anaya, their only child, carried the birthright, but she was only twelve. Half the tribe stood behind her, loyal to blood and tradition. The other half backed Remi, her father’s brother, a proven warrior with deep experience and support from many hunters. With division came the old law: leadershi...
I sit at Gate 53 with two suitcases, a backpack under my feet, and a seven-year-old who keeps kicking the metal chair. “Eli, enough,” I mutter. “The chair isn’t a drum.” He pauses for three seconds, then starts again. “I’m bored,” he complains. “I know. Me too.” Above us, the board glows: FLIGHT 427 – BOSTON – ON TIME. I stare at it until the letters smear. Boston. New job. New school. New apartment. No Mark. No overnight shifts that overlap with his. No familiar grocery store. No routes I can walk half asleep. My phone buzzes. Parking. Two ...
Weekly Contest #329
Look, I know what you’re thinking: vampires don’t get fat. Yeah? Tell that to my XXXL belt stretched to its last improvised hole. I wasn’t always like this. Eighty years ago, I was a poster child for Gothic chic — gaunt, brooding, cheekbones sharp enough to julienne fries. Somewhere between the invention of high fructose corn syrup, and the rise of “holiday blood samplers for the undead”, things got… soft. Do you have any idea how many calories are in a “double–smoked, truffle–fed, ethically sourced AB negative tasting board”? Neither do I. ...
Weekly Contest #225
The Magisterium of science argues that the actions of the laws of physics have consequences. These consequences may be good or bad, resulting in blessings or curses. The Magisteria of magic and religion have similar beliefs, but often with different conclusions. Ultimately what we conclude is good or bad, a blessing or a curse, or even reality or illusion depends in large measure upon our Magisterium, our personal point of view, and how much cognitive dissonance we are willing to tolerate before choosing what we want to believ...
Weekly Contest #224
NOCTURNAL SOJOURNBY WADE DOUGLASS11/17/23 "I can't sleep," whispered Lexis staring at the ceiling in the dim glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. “You ALWAYS say that!” Yawned Remi, her eye lids opened to half-mast. “And ALWAYS at 3:00 AM!” she scowled, having just turned to stare at the clock-face on the night stand. She spoke in a clear but muted whisper so as not to awaken their parents sleeping in the bedroom across the hall. She sighed and then rubbed her eyes with the back of their right hand in a half-hearte...
Weekly Contest #199
Niizh Manidoowag: “Two-Spirit”5/26/2023By Wade DouglassMikaere turned again to take yet another look at the teenager he just passed with her lobster-claw hand, absent right arm, wearing a pirate outfit and carrying her violin. She appeared to be heading to Treasure Island."Vegas!" he chuckled, slowly shaking his head. He was impeccably dressed, as always. Today he was in his brown, cashmere tuxedo. He shifted his violin from his right hand to his left hand and resumed his walk to the Bellagio.He glanced at his watch. Thomas an...
Weekly Contest #198
“Okay class! Pop quiz.”by Wade Douglass5/15/2023Warning: crude language. Sensitive subject matter.So you want to know how I could get sued for thirty million, lose my job, and wind up here at Five Points, serving 25 to life, and all for just sayin' “Okay class! Pop quiz.”OK, I’ll tell you my story. But I gotta ask, are you one of those hacks lookin' for a 30 second sound bite? Are you gonna start speaking norwegian when the convo gets dicey? You're still interested? Well shit then, let's get started. We might finish before the hou...
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