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Submitted to Contest #319
Her phone, buried under her duvet and a dozen dead-eyed animals, vibrated. Alessia tried to focus on the maths problem in front of her or her music, gently plucked harps designed to calm nerves. A small purple and white dog slipped of the bed and rested at Alessia’s feet. She picked it up, mindlessly squeezing it to her chest as the phone continued to ring. The clock on her desk read 8.20pm. For seventeen minutes now. The door clicked shut as Alessia made her way downstairs, still squeezing her plushie, trying to think about anything else. ...
Submitted to Contest #318
The hill was steep, its face a patchwork of loose stone and sharp angular outcrop. Sir Emphrey could make it, he was sure, but what about him. He gripped tight the leash.Large nostrils sniffed at a few patches of stunted grass. Buck teeth snipped and chewed.Steed, Emphrey's companion, twitched her ears and swished her tail. Her back was ladened with cloth baggage almost as large as she was. Here and there, metal glinted underneath.Donkeys are supposed to be good climbers, Emphrey thought. Its steep, but they would have to try. Leaving all hi...
Submitted to Contest #316
Their boots vanished into the brown waters, the wavelets gently lapping at their feet. The tide was low, no higher than their ankles but raising, and as they walked, the mud resisted their steps, holding on with a vacuum-sucking squelch. The man in front slowed, and as he crouched down, he shifted the weight of his gun from one tweed shoulder to the other. He raised his hand, and the other two men bent down behind him. The reeds swayed as they waited, their hands buried in their armpits, resisting the cold. The glass of their binoculars caug...
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