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Weekly Contest #176
“Pa said ya’ll put the boxes over there,” Jr. shouted at the bikers. Being small as Jr. was, he had to holler hard to get the adults to listen. “We heard ya Jr.- stop screaming! We're just taking a wee break,” Gus, the largest and laziest of the Round Hook bikers, yelled back. After unloading half the truck, he and the other bikers placed a few crates in a circle and were using them as chairs. Jr. peered out the warehouse window and watched as little, yellow, fuzzy dust balls danced in the faint flicker of the streetlight. “We gotsa’ hurr...
Weekly Contest #165
Margo sucked in as much air as her lungs could hold before screaming with all her eight-year-old might. When she finished, she heaved anew and yelled again- her dad rushed in first. Still wearing a stained apron and wielding a spatula that dripped grease on her hot pink carpet, he asked “What happened?”On her knees, Margo sat among woodchips scattered across her floor. Next to her was a small cage toppled over its side. Margo looked up to her father, tears, and boogers flowing freely. Snorting back a loogy, she managed to whimper out, “Mr. G...
Weekly Contest #163
Tires squealed as Chris Jerked the stirring wheel, his palms burning against the leather. The back bumper took out the mailbox, scattering letters across the unkempt lawn, as he came to a stop. Inside a seemingly perfect home, he heard screaming. Dashing inside, his nose wrinkled at the smell of tobacco, liquor, and Febreze. “Alice!” he called out, following the cries upstairs. Where he found her bawled up in a hallway as a man kicked her. Chris’s knuckles cracked as his fist met the back of the attacker’s head, head, knocking him to the gro...
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