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Weekly Contest #52
A note: This isn't really up to my usual standards, but I kinda procrastinated, so it's a bit rushed. The premise is also a bit confusing so that doesn't help either. It was too uncanny. Mabel laughed uneasily, but it was muffled by the fleece scarf wound tightly around her neck. Her sock was beginning to slip off inside of her left boot. Her whole ensemble looked like a North Face catalog on steroids. Mabel gazed out of the window. The view - or perhaps the lack of one - was dismal. Jamila Noureddine on Channel 4 had s...
Weekly Contest #49
Shelby Rose Tucker sat on a poorly-upholstered chair, with stuffing fighting its way out of unseen holes and cracks every time she shifted her weight. It was snowing beneath her. She was supposed to be doing her homework, but her eyes wandered, busy elsewhere - surveying the occupants of the waiting room. When she was younger, she used to pretend she was on a safari, using her San Diego Zoo binoculars to observe the less-than-wild animals and their owners from behind this very chair. Now she was 10 - double digits! - and much too old for s...
Weekly Contest #47
As you check your mail, you notice a letter that makes you stop in your tracks. It is perfect white, almost gleaming. The envelope is square, with no wrinkles, and no blemishes to its Kansas surface. You can see no return address on the back, but as you tear it open and read its contents, you find that it is not necessary.Inside is a paper folded in half of the same blinding white, empty save for an unfamiliar address in cursive with a date and time printed neatly below it. And below - you almost miss it - a signature, bearing your last name...
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