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Weekly Contest #79
“Ugh, why do you always make this exact same mistake!” Ashley shouted in exasperation as she pushed her rolling chair back, “You never even try to listen to me.” “I would, if what came out of your mouth was actually pleasant,” Zach replied, looking rather displeased at his co-worker. Ashley stood up quietly at her desk, pacing around with her hands clawing at her auburn hair. Zach often described her as a tiger—vicious and fiery with a quick temper. And Ashley was about to lose it today. “Look, you should know what happens if som...
Weekly Contest #78
Every passerby has a story, I remembered. In my twenties, I worked as a lift operator—it wasn’t the fanciest job in the world, but still, it was enough for me to get by on a day-to-day basis. And no, I’m not talking about those ski resort lift operators that wear giant coats and fuzzy mittens, I’m talking about elevators operators that worked during the times before the ‘up’ and ‘down’ button was invented, the lift operators that wore pure white leather gloves and neatly buttoned-up suit jackets and neckties. Now, I s...
Weekly Contest #77
The first time leaving is always the hardest. Amy could still remember that night. The night where a shadow man had stood over her, with the cold breeze stinging her skin and the moonlight casting shadows over her face. But he had left. Amy’s father. Leaving nothing but a void of emptiness. Amy was five at the time. The second time, Amy was on the other side of the door. She needed to get away from her mother and the ever-enlarging gap that her father had left behind, but her heartstrings had tugged her back like a marionet...
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