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Submitted to Contest #190
The magnitude of a slight is relative, and to those with limited perception, it can be less than a neuron firing into the abyss, a moment swept away into the basket of irrelevance. For the inflictor, it often leaves not a mark on the edifice of that day’s events, and sails like a plastic bag in the breeze. But to the inflicted, it can sit and fester and accumulate like mould in a bowl, until it captures everything around it. Finn sat slumped, almost hunched over in the office of Mr Altman. He was shaking his head slightly, peering o...
Submitted to Contest #189
Knowledge of the brush and the great works of literature, of Rabelais, Voltaire and Dante, who were in truth his greatest and deepest friends, his strongest affections, meant our young Francis attracted many a person to hear him speak. His fine memory and depth of recollection was only matched by the delicacy of his countenance and earnestness of his constitution. He was as fine as the flowers which he recited in the psalms of Keates and Byron. And so he went, from room to room in the university, offering tales to anyone who would listen. He...
Submitted to Contest #188
Man on the ledge Mr Camus was of average height, average girth, average intelligence and perfectly average luck. He had falling, fading brown hair and thin spectacles. He had no formal form of income, and he was seldom awake at this hour, but today he wore a pale blue tie. Even Mr Camus agreed that it looked quite nice, almost a poetic tribute to his honour, as it flapped frantically in the wind. How perfect this picture will be in, in high definition, in living rooms and cafes across the country. It was moving every which way, in part bec...
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