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Weekly Contest #355
"She was a fantastic woman," Greenwich said, his voice cracking as he stood at the head of the grave, stealing glances down at Amelia Lionhart's coffin. "She was loved by so many. Always had a kind word to say, always encouraging." In rows across the lawn, white folding chairs stretched out. Almost every seat was filled. The front row was of her children, then, as it went back, closer relatives, and then friends. Anyone there out of spite was in the very back rows or standing just close enough to hear the rambling speech given by Greewi...
Weekly Contest #345
Like any good start to an exciting story, it was a dark and stormy night. Indeed, a perfect night, the one we had been waiting for. It was still in our home, everyone lying in their beds, snoring. But not me. I lay still on my twin bed, staring at the ceiling fan, listening to the thunder, and watching as lightning flashed through my bedroom curtains. I might have dozed off for a few seconds here and there, but no, I was too excited, or maybe nervous was the right word.My phone, sitting on the nightstand next to me, began to ring. It was mid...
Weekly Contest #260
Autumn is gone. It’s Wintertime. I’ve always enjoyed this time of year. The snowfall has been lighter than normal. Only a bit of dusting every once and a while. But by the midday sun, it melts into puddles then evaporates, floating off into the sky to be snow another day. Even though the weather hasn’t been bad, the town seems quieter. Like everyone else was snowed in, couldn’t get their cars out of their driveways. Or like everyone is mourning something. Why should the mourn anything? Their lives are fine. Nothing happened to them. I get we...
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