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Weekly Contest #309
The sun was still high when she noticed the stretch of shadows on the pavement—long, low shapes cast by iron benches and pint glasses sweating on crowded tables. She sat on the edge of a low wall by the canal, the weight of her lager pressing against her palms. She’d paid £7.10 for it and tried not to think about it too much. Tried to tell herself to just relax. To enjoy it. The sun. The music. The vaguely festive energy pulsing through Camden Lock. A live reggae band is playing, and the singer—a woman in a bright purple outfit—looks cheerfu...
Weekly Contest #292
The auditorium buzzed with synthetic optimism—curated lighting and the faint whiff of "Ambition No. 5"—Herizon’s signature fragrance, made to evoke confidence and productivity. The walls were plastered with the company’s latest slogans: MANIFEST SUCCESS. MAXIMISE IMPACT. EMPOWERED WOMEN EMPOWER THE FUTURE. Lia shifted in her seat as Celeste Vale, Chief Visionary Officer, walked onto the stage. "Ladies, leaders, luminaries," Celeste beamed. "It’s been forty years since we were told to LEAN IN. Today, we don’t just sit at the table—...
Weekly Contest #218
The morning sun painted my room with a gentle glow, casting a cozy atmosphere that I reluctantly left behind. I resisted the urge to crawl back into bed, hastily bundling my hair into a neat bun and slipping into my work clothes. One final glance in the mirror, and I shouldered my bag, stepping out the door. I stepped out of the lift I was hit with an overwhelming fragrance. A woman I didn't know scurried out of her flat, leaving behind a cloud of potent perfume. It hung in the air like a dense fog. I'm not sensitive to fragrance, and I co...
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