Winners of our FREE monthly 53-Word Story Contest
Each month we offer a prompt to subscribers of Prime Number Magazine to write a 53-word story—no more, no less—and send it to us by the twenty-first day of the month. Our guest judge selects a winner and we give the winner a copy of the guest judge’s book and publish the winning story here, in Prime Number Magazine. Want to play along? Subscribe to Prime Number Magazine and we’ll send you the prompt on the first day of each month.
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Cold War Paper by Meg Freer
The large, green and gold hotel room with views of Moscow’s colored domes had only cold water in the marble sink, rough brown paper for the toilet. A woman at a desk handed us sheets of black-market toilet paper when we passed. Coins we weren’t supposed to give her sometimes made her smile.
Meg Freer grew up in Montana and now lives with her family in Kingston, Ontario, where she teaches piano and music history. She enjoys outdoor activities year-round, photography, and running, and wishes she had more time for writing poetry. In 2017 she won a fellowship and attended the Summer Literary Seminars in Tbilisi.
The Village Elders in the San de Christo (Blood of Christ) Mountains by Jolene Thibodeaux
Some keep the river. Others work to shepherd the young. The dump they left to me. I fix the fishing poles, resole cowboy boots, and polish the crucifix abandoned. Someone else will need them. In the shadow of the San De Christo Mountains, even the Blood of Christ is saved by the sunset.
Jolene Thibodeaux hails from the American South. Her love of a good story, and any ability she may have to craft one, is a direct result of her deeply diverse cultural heritage. "The storyteller should tell the tale with pure intention so even if it's all made up, it's the God's honest truth."
Prompt: write a 53-word story about the high road
Judged by Press 53 Editorial Staff
Followed by 53-word Bio
Taxi Ride by Aisha Ashraf
He accelerated hastily and in false agreement mumbled, “Mhmm.” His passenger continued to critique the country’s shortcomings, proud that he had left years ago. It’s easy to judge from an ocean away. He exhaled slowly, gazing at the small flag he proudly hung from the rearview mirror as he turned toward the hotel.
Aisha Ashraf lives in the Seattle, Washington area and spends her days sharing her love of reading and writing with her kindergarten class. She majored in English at the University of Washington and has recently rediscovered her passion for storytelling. Familial history inspires her to write about immigration, loyalty, relationships, and identity.