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Weekly Contest #65
I’m dead and bored. Being a ghost is the worst, you are in the exact clothes you die in for eternity in my case that is a decaying zombie outfit. You also have no powers and basically just walk around observing things and occasionally have people walk through you. The vast majority of people are rather boring to watch, so I tend to stay in the mostly abandoned warehouse that I died in. Its typically empty except for the odd rebellious teenager deciding to spray paint the dirty white walls or homeless man looking for a dry place to sleep. The...
Weekly Contest #53
The cherry popsicle was melting onto the boardwalk. Dad was ignoring all the tugging at his hand so she could stop the melting. Dad stopped causing her to run into his legs. This had been happening all day. Dad said mom had family in town but mom’s family was scary. They were loud and mean, but mom was always nice and sweet. Mom had always said people got loud because they cared, maybe they were just loud so mom would talk back to them. Mom never talked back to her, except when dad gave messages from her. Dad wanted to come to the boardwalk ...
Weekly Contest #52
“Why did I move to Michigan, why did I agree to close up?” I yelled at myself. I was alone at the store and had never been so close to quitting in my life. Everyone else had families which left me as the unlucky soul to shove the last people out the door and close up. The wind picked up causing the windows to shake and I headed to the employee exit so I could just go home. I could practically start dreaming about a hot shower and the heating pad laying across my stomach. “I need to get out of here, hopefully my crappy car starts.“ I mumble...
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