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Weekly Contest #38
She bored into her own eyes in the mirror, pulling parts of her face to catch the morning light in differing ways. She sighed, discontented. “I am going to be late.” she thought. She wasn't. She never was. She was always annoyingly early. Turning her face to better display the side she had decided was her best this morning, she frowned at her ear. A small white bud protruded from it, no bigger than a sunflower seed. Or was it a mushroom? Or some sort of horrible fungus of the eardrum? Or perhaps earwax? Craning her neck and edging...
Weekly Contest #37
In, out, in, out, in. Breathe slow, breathe steady. Don't strike too soon, don't strike too late. Life had been reduced to its simplest units, cause and effect, action and reaction. Why was he hesitating? His path had never been clearer. Shoot, hit. Hit, find. Find...Canmore didn't know what the finding led to. Resolution? Peace? Don't be ridiculous. There was no peace. He had been content to stare into the middle distance and ignore the finish line. Part of him didn't believe he would make it this far. But the end had come. It had inno...
Weekly Contest #30
Barely awake, she bored into her sleepy eyes in the mirror, pulling parts of her face to catch the morning light in differing ways. She sighed, discontented. “She was going to be late.” she thought. She wasn't. She never was. She was always annoyingly early. Turning her face to better display the side she had decided was her best this morning, she frowned at her ear. A small white bud protruded from it, no bigger than a sunflower seed. Or was it a mushroom? Or some sort of horrible fungus of the eardrum? Or perhaps earwax? Craning...
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