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Submitted to Contest #302
I Don’t Understand Our newly elected mayor (I did not vote for him or would ever do so) has proposed that the old town music hall be torn down and replaced by condos (the growth and greed industry of the 2020s). I don’t understand why he would want to do this. The music hall has for a long time been a place where a number of generations have enjoyed the music that has been played there. For me, I got to play the drums there several times when I was in a teenage band known as the Exciting Eccentrics. It is where I met my future wife Ellen...
Submitted to Contest #300
The Place Keeps on Haunting Me Even though it has been a few years since I was last there, the place still haunts me quite regularly. It is in all of my nightmares. While it does not seem completely logical for me to ‘blame’ the place, just because several things that happened there provide the persistent pictures in my frequent nightmares, blaming the island is what I have done. The Nightmares of the Island Once, as a 12 year old boy, I took out the family canoe to paddle to the island of my future nightmares. I did this without telling ...
Submitted to Contest #299
Sam had learned all that he knew about magic from watching his grandfather perform on stage. As a child he had attended several of Grampa Jim’s magic acts and was always amazed at what the old man could do. There was one magic trick in particular that he did not believe possible. It happened with the waving of a wand. An unbelievable image appeared. He really wanted to learn how to do that particular trick. Grampa Jim said that he would first teach Sam the basics of his magic, before he would teach him his most amazing trick. Sam was eager ...
Submitted to Contest #298
The two men met on Saturday in a strange way. They had been walking down a sidewalk on the same side but going in opposite directions. It was mid-April, but the sidewalks were still not completely clear of ice and snow. The ice was nearly invisible. When each of them suddenly saw the other coming, they both shifted quickly to the road side of the sidewalk. This caused both of them to crash into each other and fall onto the sidewalk. Both of them felt that he was mainly responsible for the accident, not feeling that it was right to blame...
Submitted to Contest #297
It is nine o’clock sharp on a Saturday morning, and Jason is taking his regular route at his regular time for his regular breakfast at his usual place. He has done this every Saturday for over a year now, ever since his wife left him on his own. He can talk and listen to the people serving him at the restaurant, and catches bits of conversations coming from customers seated nearby, otherwise his Saturday would be speechless, both with his not talking to and not hearing anyone speak to him.Jason Speaks to Himself Silently‘Here I am doing exac...
Submitted to Contest #296
The town election for mayor was going to take place within a few days. Bill certainly knew who he was going to vote for. There was no doubt in his mind as to who that should be, and definitely who it should not be. He was driving to his best friend Bob’s house to help him with his election campaign, knowing that such help was very much what Bob would want. Bob had done so much for him in the past. He had assisted Bill in getting his first job, which had led him to the fine position he held now. Not only that, but he had introduced Bill to hi...
Submitted to Contest #295
My Uncle Charlie was a great writer, my favourite author by far. His stories were brilliant and generally amazingly imaginative. He was the one who inspired me to become a writer too, not anything my parents wanted for me as a career when I was a teenager and they wanted me to work my way to a steady, reliable job like the one my dad had. And that was not just from reading his novels, short stories and poetry. He would sit down across from me at the living room table of his apartment near where I lived and tell me how muc...
Submitted to Contest #294
Silence for Peter was not golden. It was more like charcoal, blackening his life. As a child, he had trouble speaking. Part of it was due to a physical flaw in his throat, but added to that was his overwhelming shyness and the worry that he would say the wrong thing. There were days in public school when he would not say a word, despite the encouragement of his teachers, some of whom just thought that he just needed to try harder. When he did speak, his voice was often too quiet for the teacher and fellow students to...
Submitted to Contest #293
I live alone, but I have this lucky rock. I hold it in my hand before I leave home to go to work, or even to the grocery store or the library. After I have rolled it over and over in my right hand a good number of times, I put it in my pocket, just in case I might need it again along the way to wherever I am going. It entered and rescued my life when I was walking along a river bank the week that my wife left me. It stood out in the sand. I do not feel that I am generally a superstitious person, but my lucky rock give...
Submitted to Contest #292
It had been a very long time, decades, since Jeffrey had gone to an art gallery, but he knew that he had to do something different from his usual activities. He had retired a few years ago. Television was boring to him now, and under AI power to overrule what you want to see, movies had fewer actors and much more AI produced cheap imitations of people. He liked to read books, but it didn’t take much time of reading before they put him to sleep, even the most interesting works.It had been years since his wife had died, and...
As far back as Frank could remember, he wanted to become a professional hockey player in the National Hockey League. And he certainly did not want to play for just any team in the NHL. He wanted to play for the Toronto Maple Leafs, his hometown team. His father was a big fan too, and had named his son after Frank Mahovilich, his number one hockey hero at the time.Frank was one of the better players in the house league in the suburb of Toronto in which he lived. He was consistently one the of the highest goal scorers in th...
Submitted to Contest #290
The Taste of HoneyI was walking through the local park, my preferred way to escape the emptiness of living with my unadventurous and generally boring parents, and of not having a girl friend, and finishing my first year of university. As I sat on the flat round remains of an oak stump, I heard a voice calling to me. It had to be calling me, as there was no one else nearby. I could not even see the one that was calling to me, even though I stood up and I turned around twice in a complete circle. No one had ever called out ...
Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here or why I came here. This isn’t a new experience for me, of course. It keeps on repeating whenever I have just finished writing a book. Once the book is completed, much of my awareness of the story disappears from my mind, like it was something in a dream. I wonder whether this happens to other authors. Perhaps that is why when you hear writers talking about their most recent book, they sometimes seem confused when they talk about the experience of writing of th...
Submitted to Contest #288
Sitting in a chair in the living room Dave wonders, “I know that I have to do something drastic or nothing will change in our relationship. But what can that be? I was foolish and selfish. I am aware of that now. How do I undo it?”He walks to the window and looks out, as if the act with give him an answer. As he scans the surroundings, he sees that it is raining. It is what his grandfather would have called a doozy of a storm. Then he gets an idea. He decides to follow it through though it might just be foo...
Submitted to Contest #287
Tea Thrice for Two So now I am a cave-dweller. My grandfather would laugh at my fate. He was the one who introduced me to the term when he was driving me to a hockey game on a Saturday. When we approached a particularly cave-like apartment building, he pointed at it and declared, “There is where the cave-dwellers live.” I was only six years old at the time, so he had to explain what he meant by that comment. It created some rather imaginative images in my mind of people dressed in furs walking around barefoot in a ho...
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