Your Story Contest Updates

Aug 14, 2013 by

Just reminding/informing you. (Links open in new tabs.)

The winners for #50 have been announced.

Voting is now open for #51. Mine isn’t there and apparently you’re supposed to title the short stories… Mine’s at the end of this post if you’re curious what it was.

The deadline for #52 is August 26. Sorry, I gave the wrong date before.

And #53 is open for submissions.

And now here’s my submission for #51. The challenge was to write a short story with the prompt “Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.” At first that seemed impossible but I don’t think I did bad.


“Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.”

The dark haired woman stared at him liked he was crazy. Silence lingered in the small dusty motel room as she tried to figure out whether he was serious or not; when the intensity in his brown eyes didn’t let up she knew he was. “This is what you told me to meet you here for? What are you even talking about?” she asked frazzled, her eyes wide.

“C.O.M.M.A.N.D. will never stop hunting me, you want to fight with me; I want you to run away.”

“So this is how we decide?”

“If we keep fighting about it we’re both going to be dead.”

She glared down at the shiny quarter in his hand then back into his eyes. “And what makes you think I’ll stay away if it’s tails?”

“You won’t be able to come find me, I’ll be long gone.”

“So,” she took a heavy breath trying not to let out the tears behind her eyes, “I’ll never see you again?”

“Maybe, if I make it out alive I’ll find you.”

“Won’t I be long gone?”

At the corner of his lip was the smallest hint of a smile. “And which of us is the spy?”

She glared to hide her sadness and fear. She wondered how he could be so calm about this. Did he love her as much as she thought? But when she looked closer into his eyes she saw that he was crying on the inside too. She let the scowl melt away. “OK… do it.”

They looked down at the coin as if it held the fate of the world. He flipped it and they held their breath as they watched it flip high into the air in what seemed like slow motion. Heads… tails… heads tails….

Suddenly something shot through the cracked window, knocking the coin out of the air.

They hit the floor. He rolled to duck behind the bed while she dove for the dresser.

“How did they find us?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he pulled a handgun from the back of his jeans and cocked it before reaching under the bed for a second gun he hid earlier in case it had been heads. “But I guess this decides it doesn’t it?” He slid it across the floor, it landing at her knees.

She looked down at it.

“We get married.”

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