Word Hunt

Word Hunt

Word Hunt

The Winners!

They Called Her Myth. First Place in Word Hunt Challenge.
I told Jack I couldn’t swim. Said it more than once as he undid the mooring lines and eased the boat out into the harbor. Told him I had sunk like a rock in the school’s swimming pool one summer. Looked up from the bottom, and saw legs kicking, several faces peering down at me in amusement. The last of the bubbles reaching the surface as I wondered what would happen to me.
By Joe Luca3 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Night. Second Place in Word Hunt Challenge.
The sun was setting in Tanglewood, and the forest trails were covered in a feathery dusting of snow. The trees were thick, but naked, except for the speckled evergreens, highlighting the death that winter brings. As Edgar prepared his horse for slumber, he sat uneasy, worried about what the night would share on this sacred evening.
By Ashley Lima3 years ago in Horror
Cannon Beach. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
"If you look closely, you can see them." My father gazed upon the sea. He clasped his hand tightly and then revealed a seashell in his palm.
By Taylor Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Jellycat. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
Jellycat wasn't born to be proprietor of a crumbling, remote, lakeside inn buried in upstate Montana: she should have been a dancer, painter, poet. Better still, a butterfly, a feather twisting on a breeze.
By Jay Mckenzie3 years ago in Fiction
Under a Full Spectrum of Oranges. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge. Content Warning.
Mac had said that Trudy was the best, that she’d be able to reach into the murky hereafter stew and pull out a beloved sparkling spoon. Or at least an edible bite. He'd said that she had an otherworldly aura, like an ethereal crossing guard or a maternal translator in heaven's waiting room. Because of Trudy, Mac apparently got to talk with his ex-wife pretty regularly. “And this time she always answers my calls,” he'd joked.
By A. Lenae3 years ago in Fiction
The Druid of Lathshara. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
I've finally found it. I can't tell anyone either. If I bring this back with me, I have to give it to them, and they'll never use it to bring him back. But if I keep it hidden until the day of the Solstice, our village might be spared.
By Sarah Glass3 years ago in Fiction
What Shall I Take With Me. Third Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Romance Fiction. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
What Shall I Take With Me? “Did you come by car?” There was a rather long pause while Gwen tried to think. After a while, she managed to visualise their little red car but not here in the car park, at home in the garage. This wasn’t much help. “I’m not sure,” she said and returned to gazing out of the window at a row of twiggy roses in the hospital’s Garden of Remembrance.
By Stephanie Ginger3 years ago in Fiction
Poolside Prophecies. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
The campus pool area vibrated with music from the wall-mounted speakers. It had been rented for the day by a few fraternities and sororities, marking the end of exams and the beginning of summer with a lively party. College students of all ages filled the space, surrounded by simple decorations strewn across the room. In one corner, a special attraction beckoned attendees—an elegantly dressed fortune teller stationed at a circular table. Cloaked in maroon linen, the table showcased a lavender-colored crystal ball, as she read palms and revealed insights with tarot cards.
By Timberly Price3 years ago in Fiction
The Sermon of Assent . Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
Location: Temple of Asar Eqo, Tarsus. Date: 4160 YC, Day One of Biel Ahas. Speaker: Bin Hada, Tenth Prophet of Eminism. Bayn Hadwar, Tears of the Eye, we stand united, clan by clan, on this sacred day. As the solstices, Salphinas and Alta, mark the turning points of our cosmic journey, let us keep this moment with reverence. Let us, as one, delve deeper into the truths that bind us. For within the interconnectedness of Calcus lies the fortune of our collective destiny.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in Futurism
No deal for the dealer . Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
The news on Wall Street had only gotten worse. Gerald Daniels could only sit at his desk and watch the updates appear on the website. It was all still pretty chaotic, but he could already imagine the horrific outcome of today’s news. September 18, 2008 would be remembered for generations to come. Like Black Tuesday before it, this could very well be a day that shattered the nation’s economy.
By Bryan Warrick3 years ago in Horror
Eight Seconds. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
“Bull riders face their fears by riding them,” that's my mantra, and it's been playing on a loop in my brain for the last twenty minutes.
By Gerald Holmes3 years ago in Fiction
The Holdout. Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge.
Cyrus worked up enough wet in his mouth to spit in the snow at John Engel's feet. Having to move his scarf out of the way to do it robbed the gesture of its dignity, but the good lord hadn't yet offered him the power to set a man on fire just by hating him.
By Dane BH3 years ago in Fiction