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Weekly Contest #356
1991The winds were strong enough to take down brick homes and lift aluminum ones off the ground. Ryder Thorne dozed through it all.A duffle bag sat at the foot of his bed where he dropped it after arriving home from the desert. His shoulder still ached, as he suspected it would forever and bank notices piled on the kitchen table next to dusty tomes of American literature. Since coming back, the farmhouse seemed smaller, even without his father. Pictures of parents on the wall reminded him of his father’s wisdom and a mother who never made it...
Weekly Contest #350
The Budweiser girl on the vintage clock smiled down on her flock. Like any shepherdess, she was on the lookout for danger. Her faded skin suggested she might have been lovely once but now seemed tired and slow after years of vigilance, awaiting the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Pete Thornton could relate.He too felt tired and spent. He gave the shepherdess a nod, as he did every night.It was 7:40 PM and time for a ballgame.Although he didn’t know it yet, Pete too was being watched. His actions recorded and his demeanor scrutinized. “Anothe...
Weekly Contest #343
Gustav opened his eyes to see a spanner hurtling towards his face. He moved to avoid it, turning in time for it to graze his temple. The lights of the sub went black. Everything went black, but he could hear the wrench hurtling like a cannonball, hitting metal and the thunk of meat. His sight returned, but blurry, and enough to know he was going to die. The lights in the sub were flickering. Gustav grabbed the raw metal holding his bunk in place and his feet swung out into the open, in the aisle between the bunks, six stories above nothin...
There were three of them on the boat and the weather had just gone from sunny to dark. Pete put the mouthpiece in and took two quick breaths, loving the sound of Darth Vader’s labored breathing. The boat rocked in the current and Pete felt the breeze on his face.His instructor and dive partner were both gearing up.Assuming no problems, he would be certified in another hour. One more dive; a deep one at eighty feet to see a plane wreck, ten minutes of down time and back up. Pete reached for his fins, but before he could grab them, the deck...
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