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Weekly Contest #349
“Are you sure about this, Ollie?” Olivia winces as she tightens the laces of her boots. The only thing she’s unsure about is what hits her harder; how even beneath the ever-present crackle of radio static, she can hear the fear in Ben’s voice, or how this could be the last time she ever hears that nickname, the one that only he has ever called her. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she finishes with her laces and grabs the hand mic from the desk. “I’m sure.” Her response is resolute, unyielding. She’s made her choice, and even though ...
Domesticated pigs will turn completely feral within months of being introduced to a wild environment. Tusks and bristles and aggression emerge, and the soft, pink disguise they wear for farmers and children’s books dissolves like it was never there at all. It’s written in their genes to be able to switch like that, becoming what they need to become in order to best survive whatever conditions they find themselves in. This, he thinks, is something that humans and pigs have in common. Somewhere in the back of his brain, he remembers reading ...
Weekly Contest #346
Leah’s eyes widened as the shape of the next highway sign came into view in the distance. Her steady pace faltered for a few steps, and she came to a stop before she ended up tripping over her feet. Anticipation and anxiety coiled like twin snakes around her heart, winding more tightly to keep it from beating straight out of her chest. She had no idea how long she’d been walking, how many miles she’d already traversed. Many. Dozens, likely, or even hundreds. But suddenly, closing the distance between where she stood and the next exit seemed ...
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