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Weekly Contest #286
(1,805 wds) Letting Go Creepo - our landlord - and his greasy friends peed over the balcony railing again last night. They’ve done that every Friday and Saturday night for the past two months. Mum says she’s tired of asking him not to do that sort of thing. She says she has asked him to stop his friends from peeing off the balcony. She has tried to explain to him that the noise of his friends thunking around upstairs at three o’clock in the morning wakes us up. Mum says she reminded him that his rental ad said; ‘no parties.’ But every we...
Weekly Contest #270
Misplaced Recipe For our recipe combine the following: Spike; a girl whose face is made pale by talc. Her hair dyed black, is wild and tangled. She watches the world through dark brown eyes. Eyes she’s made to look hard and skeptical, bold and thick - with black liner - to hide herself. She sprawls like a rag-doll on the benches that edge three concrete planters. The planters- cracked and made rough by too many seasons of ice and rain - form an alcove near the street corner. Nothing grows from the tired grey soil within the planters. It is...
Weekly Contest #140
The news of Great Granny’s deadness is wrapped up and sealed in a black rimmed envelope. The envelope and the letter inside it are the colour of a caramel milkshake with chocolate sprinkles. Their edges look like someone’s melt-glued a licorice whip to them. I touched the paper to my tongue - to taste. Why not? Neither the envelope or the letter are licorice or caramel flavoured. Great Granny said to investigate things for myself. If I don’t investigate, I’ll never find my own answers. An answer is like a favourite chocolate, or a pretty ...
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