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Submitted to Contest #209
Hilary, aka Hilaria, shrieked with joy. Queenie, her cat, startled, then glared. Old Ben, her television addict husband, still snored, did not even notice. Hilaria did her happy jig, all cellulite wobbling. She so did not care about this apathetic response. She and her friend, Josephine, had won! What had Hilaria won in her lucky undies? Why, a free flight to Sin City, and a free hire car to drive to Sin City Craft Emporium, the biggest wool shop in the whole land. Bliss bombs time! Josephine was Hilaria's particular friend in their older la...
Submitted to Contest #208
Yes, she was generally happy she was widowed and old. Shaz, as she was affectionately known, believed her grey hair was the new blonde. She could frock up all right. She was looking forward in her golden years, to her latest epic adventure. At that moment, Shaz was putting the final touches to her latest craft project. Shaz did believe in expanding her social circle, so she had joined a local craft center in her community. A visiting tutor from Canada had lectured the good ole girls in the noble art of doll head crafting. Shaz felt inspired ...
Submitted to Contest #207
Yes, it was a good scene and time for nostalgia. Nouvelle Lucrezia sat and scribbled, reminiscing about another time, when the past was a different era. "Once upon a time," she wrote, " I got married in a cloud of white optimism. Looking back, I can say there was a magician at work. I shall let you now all reflect on that little mage, Cupid. He is a blind drunk." She paused, then kept writing. "Never mind, little women. You too can survive survivor baggage, and raise your expectations in life. This beautiful world of ours can really be des...
Submitted to Contest #206
Jackson Lidgefield was bravely arrested today. As the local police hauled him and his friends away, he hoped his father would bail him again. "Bailed and adjourned, don't waste my neurons!" That is all he had to say to the expectant media journalists. He had pre-alerted to the student protest this day. It had been that time of a Friday for Jackson and his coterie of protesters. They had walked away from their elitist secondary college classrooms. Changing into their trending ripped designer jeans, they had defied the authorities of their al...
Submitted to Contest #205
It was happy hour again. The week had rolled by, dramatically. Nate sat at the bar, he was the wise old owl of his engineering firm. His juniors were pussy footing around him, trying not to be insensitive. Nate's week had not kicked off so well, not great at all. On Sunday, his long time society wife had sat him down, for the 'talk'. She had fallen in love with a society doctor, the man of her dreams. Nate felt absolutely nothing, as she left the scene with her designer suitcases. His wife no longer had anything to say, neither did he. Nate ...
Submitted to Contest #204
Kylie Doll was in her reflection mode. She arose early, as normal, and lit her penny candle. These days, all was going well, so she said her morning devotion of gratitude, to accentuate her positives. It was her fiftieth birthday. Despite some setbacks, she had found somehow a plateau of peace and love. Kylie Doll internally wound back some of those years. Once she too had believed in love and marriage. She had been a reasonably attractive bank teller, enjoying being young. Along had come Cheetham, that older man everyone warned a young woma...
Submitted to Contest #202
The Thrillseeker Three had agreed to be lifelong best friends. Off they set one morning. Zaine, Neehan, and Beau, all ten years old, the future of society. They were going to be adults one day. But in the meantime, the boys wanted fun, not yet more Maths tests. Zaine did not listen to a word his father or teacher ever said. He was in their face all the time. He was the king of the class, hoping to be lazy, naughty and rude. Made it! Neehan and Beau had been his friends since kindergarten, following every one of Zaine's ideas for fun. Zaine w...
Submitted to Contest #200
WTF--"With The Family". Janelle was ready for the family vacation. She was holidaying with her husband Jack, the jokester. They were driving to the Lakeside Holiday Inn. Janelle and Jack were not planning on a second honeymoon. They were taking along, in their large car, their five daughters, and her late mother's old apricot poodle, Beau. Janelle and Jack's daughters were a geographical lot. Ranking in order of age, they were as follows. Africa, aged 12, ( really born 40 years old); Georgia, 9 years old; Nevada, aged 7 years, Savannah, now ...
"It's time for something new!" Wolfie said to himself. He was sitting in his man cave, located in the back of his ageing parents' even older house. Wolfgang Ludwig Einsteiner was his mother's change of life baby, the one and only heir to the non-existent throne. The wrinklies' old adobe hacienda stood there in an apathetic, overgrown garden down by the boondocks of an old man river. This water course divided the slow town into the Could Have Beens, and the Toffs. Wolfie Einsteiner was one the Could Have Beens. Once his mother and father ha...
Submitted to Contest #197
She had done it again. Tossing and turning in her double bed, Bindi was full of remorse. Bleary, she arose when her alarm went off. She gazed at her reflection, looking at mirrors of regret. Her bloodshot eyes stared back, now what? It was so Friday, the night before. After working online all week as a data entry clerk, Bindi and Cheree had set off in their little black frocks to the local venue. Two fifty year olds, bit of peroxide showing, ready for anything that might occur in a den of sin. Was romance in the air? Bindi was well aware of ...
Submitted to Contest #196
"Ban the boring!" Jacinta told herself. She was fourteen years old. Here she was in Witchyproof. Her parents had traveled to this blazing hot region, with Jacinta's big sister, Sarah Jane. It was their annual Back to Witchyproof long weekend approaching. Jacinta's father had been raised in this sheep farming district. Once a year he leased a cabin on the verge of the Witchyproof National Park. The whole land was in the grip of a severe drought. Even showers in their holiday cabin had a timer, with a three minute limit for each person. There ...
Submitted to Contest #195
Amanda trekked home from work on Friday evening. She supposed the week had not been too bad. Her annoying boss was a total waste of space. This past few days, he had only groped her on the butt once, and had his usual infantile tantrums. Amanda was too scared to complain about Harry, this supervisor of her section. She had a reasonably useless husband of her own, plus their three children to feed, clothe and educate. She did not wish to rock the boat, times were really tough. The cost of living was increasing, better jobs were not available,...
Submitted to Contest #194
"Ah, this old grey mare just ain't what she used to be!"Hilary declared. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon. Old Ben looked up from his fixation, sport on television. He grumped, but that was all perfectly normal. The summer sport of golfing was only a merely pallid substitute for his tortured real world of supporting his crud football team in the winter months. Old Ben thought he should show understanding of Hilary, aka Hilaria. Maybe she was going through another stage, now they were both retired, in their elderly stage. "Never mind, neither ...
Submitted to Contest #193
Melinda was her name. Melinda Marshall. Of poor, but hard working parents, she had been born and raised in their faith. She was a good girl, and studied hard to be a primary teacher. She was thrilled to land her first teaching position, in a holy R.C parochial school. Being a newbie teacher, Melinda was stiffed with a difficult task. She was assigned a feisty class of Grade Six students. She had to teach this grade to use their brains, often wondering about the true nature of God's little sunbeams. The boys could have their moments, but then...
Submitted to Contest #192
Goal! Charlene cheered her eldest son, while she munched on a hot dog, with fries on the side. Standing there, rugged up against the winter chills, a suburban mum needing something. Charlene was the mother of five sons, born within seven years, all now junior footballers. She loved her blue-eyed boys dearly, but she spent long hours washing whitey-white football shorts, and piles of sweaters. Ah, hot jam donuts. Yes, Charlene's fleecy lined tracky pants were a bit tighter around her tum and buns. A moment on her lips, a lifetime on her hips,...
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