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Weekly Contest #296
You had to ruin everything, didn’t you? With just a few weeks to go, I almost made it out unscathed and undetected. None of you had a clue what was underneath. Yes, I, Daniel Owen, had infiltrated the ranks. I had fooled you all. But in a single moment, you destroyed all those years of work. At first, the fake persona was hard to create. But watch a few spy movies like I have, and you slowly get the hang of it. Besides, seeing how the ones that had been discovered were treated, there really wasn’t any other option. There was no way I would ...
Weekly Contest #258
Arturo stepped out of the shop and into the Barcelona sunshine, holding the small yellow package tightly in one hand. A finger of sweat traced a line down his face. He couldn’t wait to see what treasures lay inside, like an archaeologist about to uncover the hidden relics of an untold story. This was finally the moment of truth. With one deep breath, he opened the flap, revealing the contents inside. ••• He had awoken to yet another morning of oppressive July heat, the day it all started. The curtains were barely holding it all back as he la...
Weekly Contest #246
“You can really feel winter in the air today, can’t you?” Scott said, turning up the collar on his jacket as he looked over at Dan. His words hung there like desperation in the still, cool air of the park on that Sunday morning, still damp from the autumn rain that had fallen the night before. He was trying for something – anything – to break the spell of silence draped over them like a heavy shroud. Even though they were walking side by side down the path, it felt like they were continents apart.October had come, but the days were stil...
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