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Weekly Contest #307
“Martin, you’re walking the same halls as ex-prime ministers!” “I know Mum, like I’ve said I’m grateful to be here. I’m just not them.”“I pay the tuition just like their parents! You’ve every right to be there.” “And six months ago, I was at a regular school. These kids, their families have known each other for generations. Most of them are probably related.” Mum grew quiet at that. I was trying to explain in my best I-don’t-want-to-piss-you-off-but that the gap between the students at my new school and me was far more than money. These kids...
Weekly Contest #306
From: Elijah (elijahkirkham1@shelloil.com)..To: Henry (hardcorehenry@gmail.com)..Subject: Landed safely..Hello number 1 son, Just a quick one to say I landed on the platform ok. These chopper pilots are very temperamental so when they said the weather had calmed down enough to fly, I almost laughed! The flight was a rough one, nothing but turbulence we hovered above the helideck for fifteen minutes before we finally landed don’t know what that’s all about. Hope you’re not too worried about going back to school, I know your friends will have ...
Weekly Contest #305
“Pigs.” Emilia shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls of the convention centre. “Pigs?” Tyler asked. The laptop balanced on his forearm wobbled as he one handedly typed an apology to yet another vendor his boss Emilia had insulted. His cheeks burned as he strode behind her, various spreadsheets and email confirmations all blurring into a stress inducing stew of responsibilities. A stew he simply couldn’t stomach. “Yeah, little squealy bastards running around the whole place. Kids will love it, petting them, end of the night we could rac...
Weekly Contest #304
With one last snort the loyal beast’s legs went out from under it. The farmhand sparing the oxen along leapt, just as one ton of meat and muscle collapsed where he had been standing. Blood poured from its nose as it let out its final rasping breaths. “Pushed you too hard, didn’t I fella’.” Janeck said patting the skin between the animals two great horns. It was already mid-March and there was still another field that needing tilling. That sickly old beast had been their last hope, ill as it was it could still do the work of ten men. Ever si...
Weekly Contest #303
Sheltering from the September down pour Jacob Callaghan cradled a cigarette between his fingers. Throughout his fifty years of monastic life, it had been his one and only vice. Young, trendy people stepped around him as they made their way out of the rain and into the gallery, eyeing him as he took another drag. He knew it was a dirty habit, but he had done it for so long now the stress of quitting would probably put too much strain on his heart. Thinking back too why he had started made him laugh, he was a new young teacher at a prestigiou...
Weekly Contest #302
“What the hell is she wearing?” Paul thought to himself. For the past half hour, he had watched this woman only a few years older than him, walk barefoot up and down the stony beach. She wore a short sparkling dress along with a pair of matching high heeled shoes that dangled from her fingers by the straps.“Bandit!” She shouted.The outfit was not fit for this weather, being overcast and on the seashore. The wind threatened to knock her off balance and every step caused her to wince in pain. She stopped to wipe away some of the small stones s...
Weekly Contest #301
Louis crept through the remains of the bombed-out church, that had once been St Lukes Anglican parish until the blitz of 1941. The dropped bombs caused huge fire damage that swept through the whole place causing the roof to cave in. For over sixty years it lay derelict until it was reopened to the public. Now it was a place of free expression. Poetry, movies and singing events were held in the shell of its sandstone nave. Today, despite it being a hot Thursday afternoon the place was empty except for one person, exactly as Louis knew it woul...
Contains themes of war. A fresh horse was what Matthias really needed, the one under him had borne his weight since daybreak breathing hard and less responsive to his pull, nevertheless the loyal beast galloped onward. Though he didn’t want to exhaust the animal he had departed Hinderton castle with a message of vital importance to deliver and the night was creeping up on him. The Sergeant had grumbled and slammed his fist over the yellowed parchment before abandoning his attempts to make the letters and instead relaying the message to Matth...
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