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Weekly Contest #348
“Go up and talk to that beautiful woman before I steal her from her!”Ned felt the heavy arm of Charlie slap into his back a few times as he winced. Ned knew Charlie meant this as a means of motivation and camaraderie but it came off as crass and aggressive. Ned turned to see Chaarlie choke down more of his beer as his thick mustache disappeared behind the rim of his beer glass. Charlie was older, divorced, chunky, and what you’d call “Old Navy”. Charlie had been in for twenty-one years, about the same age as Ned was, and was as rowdy a Sailo...
Weekly Contest #347
Jacqulene Morris was the most beautiful girl around. She was not only a former beauty pageant queen who had won various competitions for her beauty and grace but she also happened to be the ex-wife of the wealthiest man in the entire state of Wyoming. She had married him when she was young and freshly out of college and he was in his mid-forties and wanted a wife with whom he could finally settle down and have some children. Jacqulene was all to eager to accept his marriage proposal, even though she hid some very important information that h...
Weekly Contest #346
Lucas tapped the button beneath the trunk lip. It lowered with a smooth mechanical hum, sealing their things inside. He zipped his coat, exhaled into the cold, and slid into the driver’s seat. Brenda, already settled in the passenger seat in her oversized hoodie, popped a piece of gum into her mouth and began blowing slow, deliberate bubbles. “Is that everything?” Lucas asked, glancing at the rearview mirror as if something might still be missing. “Did you remember to use the bathroom?” Brenda said, her voice dipped in sarcasm but anchored i...
Weekly Contest #345
The capitalists foam at the mouth when they say I make six figures. Can you really believe this? I supposedly make $104,176 with benefits, with a base salary of $38,184. I’m not going to tell you the company or the line of work I am in. I will just say that I am in a system that makes capitalists feel all warm inside, while I see the structure built around me as an exercise in socialism. Seriously, how do I live in a society that will put something up on their website that I make six figures when I don’t take advantage of the $4,000 plus tax...
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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