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Submitted to Contest #227
Frozen but Thawing Nicely “Honey, look out your window. It’s a blizzard out there. The news says traffic is not moving. Three lanes of cars are already stalled and it could be hours before they get moving again. You said you’re almost out of gas. You’ve got to share a car with another driver, or you’ll freeze.” I groaned, “Okay, Mom.” Through wind-whipped gusts of white, I saw nothing but yellow headlights and red taillights blinking ahead, stretched out like a necklace strung on black velvet. I clicked off the cell, and opened ...
Submitted to Contest #209
I slammed the truck on my old Chevy, climbed in with a sigh, and headed toward Tulsa. Drat it all! I didn’t want to leave Branson, but I didn’t trust my resistance to the devastating charm of James Bentley the Third. He had sweet-talked me back before. The Chevy coughed a bit as usual but traveled smoothly enough along Interstate 44 under a huge yellow orb, a sunny-side-up egg on a giant blue platter overhead. A few puffy clouds were biscuits and maybe a serving of grits on the side. A beautiful day, I thought. A harbinger of new beginn...
Submitted to Contest #200
I couldn't have been more flabbergasted if Bigfoot had lumbered up and asked me to be his partner on "Dancing With the Stars."Listen up, Sonny. I know I haven’t gone berserk because my head is still right here on my shoulders, thankfully with my neck in between.You will probably dismiss this tale as a lot of malarkey and shrug me off as one of “those” people I once called knuckleheads and nincompoops. I want you to promise me your lips are sealed. If this gets out, I'll be branded as an old fuddy-duddy who is senile, however, I’m going to te...
Submitted to Contest #186
The Hungry Haint“No, Ma’am, I not a prowler. I’m Eddy Wright, local reporter for the Weekly Howl, on assignment to investigate sightings of strange lights and prowlers at the abandoned Ellington hotel on Wolf Hill. And you are?”“Abbie Tidmore. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wright. Don’t worry. I’m not after you with my garden rake. I saw you out here at the edge of my yard and just wondered if you were lost or something, seeing as how you’re new to our town.”“Thank you, Mrs. Tidmore. Since you live down the hill from the old place, perhaps you ca...
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