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Weekly Contest #376
The Deceased Murderer “You killed him while you were dead. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” That phrase had pounded Jasper’s brain as soon as he woke that morning. Was it part of a bizarre and now forgotten dream? He couldn’t be sure. But as he stood in the drawing room of the stately mansion, facing Sir Allan, the phrase tumbled out of his mouth. Sir Allan Beaumont leaned forward in his wingback chair, his deep voice thundered around the room. “How dare you! How dare you march back into my home and level such an accusation!” He reclin...
Weekly Contest #364
Lea woke to thirteen voicemails. She sat on the bed and, through bleary eyes, accessed the first message. It was a man’s voice, deep and threatening. Six words. “I know about the Owen letter.” Lea screamed and dropped the phone. “That’s impossible!” Her flatmate Charlotte rushed into her room. “Lea, are you okay? You’re shaking. What happened?” Lea picked up the phone, punched the keypad, and put the phone on speaker. “Who was that?” Charlotte asked. “And what’s the Owen letter?” “I don’t know who it was, but as for the letter, it’s a long s...
Weekly Contest #340
Candido remained motionless as Ray stared at him with a condescending smirk. “They are both so naive,” Ray muttered as he adjusted his bow tie. A woman’s voice called out from upstairs. “Are you ready, Ray? Darren will be here any minute.” Ray turned toward the stairs. “I couldn’t be any more ready.” He faced Candido and chuckled. “I can only imagine the looks on their faces when they wake tomorrow morning and discover the money is gone.” Despite his detached consciousness from those around him, Candido clearly discerned Ray’s true character...
Blake sat on the floor of the deserted hallway, peered inside the dimly lit jewellery store, and smiled at the thought that in a matter of minutes he will be $5 million richer. While he waited for his accomplices, he closed his eyes and thought through the events that led to this wonderful moment. A woman Blake knew only as Apate had recruited him for this task. An unusual name, but anonymity was necessary in this line of work. As the mastermind behind the operation, she was to receive an equal share of the $20 million in diamonds that would...
Weekly Contest #322
“How can something so simple be this hard?” Cal muttered to himself. He rested his elbows on the desk, stared at the computer screen, and shook his head. He had entered the Reedsy Short Story competition, thinking that writing a short story would be easy. But after days of racking his mind for an idea, his computer screen stared back at him with a blank expression, mocking his frustration with a blinking cursor. He’d have more success getting through to his telco and asking if they’d assist him move to another provider! His wife, Maggie, cal...
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