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Weekly Contest #99
Today is the longest day of the year. I sit here, on my bed - and wait. There is nothing else to do but wait. My body is seized up, incapable of movement – yet every other time an involuntary spasm courses through my veins, up my neck, down my spine, into my toes, and I twitch, and it does not feel like my limbs are my own. My teeth are ground into dust from the pressure and there is a constant lump in my throat that I cannot swallow no matter how much water I guzzle down. My stomach is turning. It is the only thing that is turning in this q...
Weekly Contest #67
“I just think ’s dumb, that all.” “You’re dumb.” “Your mom’s dumb!” “Shut up? What are you, twelve? It’s just a story.” “And ’m just sayin’, it’s a dumb story!” Their voices crackled gently in the night, flickering and hushed alongside the soft crunch and sizzle of the campfire flames. Shadows elongated against the looming trees, though there was nothing menacing nor foreboding about their dance between the branches – the rustle of the leaves was comforting in the darkness, and the stars shone brightly overhead. It was a quiet November, one...
Weekly Contest #66
She blinked at the man sitting across from her, watching him with nothing akin to pity. She recognised that look in his eyes, saw it a million times before on men just like him – something bordering on desperation, but not nearly as visceral. There was anxiety there, of course, and fear, yes, plenty of fear, but it was somehow… sadder than that. Defeat, maybe, she thought to herself, pursing her lips as to suppress yet another untimely smile. Blackjack was easy, his kind always hit until they bust, but she was, admittedly, rubbish at chess,...
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