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Submitted to Contest #304
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it was positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City, promising a five-figure advance. Her eight years of hard work were a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair, hiding her pony...
Submitted to Contest #299
“Don’t Order the Fish” It was the summer of 1970. We were newlyweds, a couple in love, and going fishing for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. As we approached the waterfront at the end of a narrow, dusty two-track, a slight breeze carried the smell of lake weeds and fungus bordering the sloped banks. Tied to a wooden dock was a twelve-foot metal craft. This would be our floating carriage with oak weathered oars that powered the boat. From the trunk of our sea green colored convertible, I took out two fishing poles, a tackle...
Submitted to Contest #267
An episode from my novel, "A Legend Returns" A Legend Returns / A Storm Delay Deputy Roy left the flower shop on his way to IU Medical. Seeing his sister for the first time since her shooting accident before being transferred from Sawyer Hospital, he wondered, how alert would she be. As he glanced at the yellow roses in the seat next to him, he recalled how she rece...
Submitted to Contest #167
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City promising a five- figure advance. Her eight years of hard work was a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair hiding h...
Submitted to Contest #140
“If Cinder Blocks Could Talk” The house at 824 Pleasant Street still stands. It was my home from 1955 to 1970. My folks cared for this two-story for another 25 years after I left for college.The memories speak of countless tales hidden within those cinder blocks stacked like legos. They were uneven showing signs of jagged cracks in the foundation from years of settling. You can’t ignore the warmth the blocks absorbed from the summer sun. It felt like a Swedish sauna. Even the winter sun added heat to the inside as the blocks transferr...
Submitted to Contest #109
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City promising a five- figure advance. Her eight years of hard work was a flight away from stardom. The thick fog might cause a delay. As she walked to the plane for boarding, a hoodie covered her sandy-colored hair hidi...
Submitted to Contest #32
Flight 257 1212 words It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange, it pos...
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Submitted to Contest #16
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Submitted to Contest #12
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned above Lindsay’s flig...
Submitted to Contest #8
"Don't Order the Fish" It was the summer of 1970. They were newlyweds, Chad and Erin, a couple in love going fishing for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. As they approached the waterfront at the end of a narrow dusty two-track, a slight breeze carried the smell of lake weeds and fungus bordering the sloped banks. Tied to a wooden dock, a twelve-foot metal craft awaited as thei...
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