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Weekly Contest #344
The funeral home stood alone at the very edge of the cliff, where the land ended abruptly and the vast ocean began. Weathered by salt and wind, the building looked older than the road that led to it. Its gray wooden siding had faded and softened by decades of sea air. A narrow gravel drive curved toward the front, crunching under tires before stopping beside a small lot bordered by crooked cypress trees. From a distance, the structure almost resembled an old coastal church. Its steep roof was shingled in dark slate, and a tall window faced t...
Weekly Contest #343
The ConversationJeff’s breathing slowed as he lay beside Ashley, the quiet of the room settling over them like snowfall. A few minutes earlier, everything had been hurried and uncertain, driven by nerves and ecstasy and the strange electricity that came from being intimate with someone new. Now there was only the soft hum of the heater and the distant sound of a car passing on the street below. He pulled the comforter up to his shoulders and tried to think of something normal to say, something that would make the moment feel less fragile. As...
Weekly Contest #342
The tower at Naval Air Station Patuxent River smelled like burnt coffee, printer ink, and old arguments. William Wilson—Air Traffic Controller First Class, insomniac, collector of unfinished screenplays—watched the Tower Display Workstation intently. Each moving target represented an aircraft— a life he was entrusted to protect at all costs. Altitude readouts blinked like quiet heartbeats. Call signs drifted in neat lines across the radar scope, each one a story he would never know.“Traffic two o’clock, same altitude,” said a voice behind hi...
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