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Weekly Contest #351
Most want to get the full story. I don’t. Not a preference, though no matter how much I wish it were, it was an habitual instinct to dig in against neat closings. Because the truth of the matter was, none of us usually got even our own full story. It would end. Abruptly, likely confusingly, terrifyingly, and it would end. We’d not like it either way. We’d barely have time to think about it. Perhaps a thought of the unfairness, or the pain. It’s why I hated writing them. The end. Two words that held the smallest accomplishment and eventually ...
Weekly Contest #350
"Oi! Back off, will ya?!” I hiss, tightening my hold on the loaf of bread beneath my cloak. One hand presses the loaf closer; the other raises at the intruder's face. It was a week in the labor house for this meagre get. My heart races in my chest from such a start. His eyes widen briefly before he smirks and shoulders me deeper into the hiding place. Grunting in indignation, I pull my cloak up around me. Forced in, I have little choice. Accommodate or be pushed out into the street. The guards’ footfalls shuffle past at the crossroads.“Thiev...
Weekly Contest #349
“Welp, my friend. Gotta tell ya, it is a fine day today. A little dead but….” I chuckle and nod, looking out at the downtown area. This main street that I’d grown fond of. The billowing clouds overhead were the kind that made me feel dwarfed even more in the scheme of things. I lean back in the rickety little metal chair outside the ice cream shop. John and I sat in companionable silence for a while. I bring the now warm soda to my lips, then take a deep inhale, closing my eyes. Even in town, I could smell the first ripe blooms of honeysuckl...
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