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Weekly Contest #244
Rachel lies silently in her boyfriend’s bed, careful not to wake him. She watches the slight rise and fall of his bare chest, memorizing every feature of his body that she possibly can. It surprises her how hard it is to restrain herself from tracing every line of his sleeping body. The smell of his cologne fills her nose. Not too strong it’s gross but a very pleasant addition to her morning. She’s been dating Jasper for about 6 months now and has been happier than she’d ever thought possible. There were some dark times in her past, bu...
Alex hates the smell of bleach. She hates the fact that even if she buys different scents, her nose still burns with chemical stench. She hates the headache it gives her if she inhales it for too long. She hates that there are entire stores dedicated to selling it. And what Alex absolutely hates the most about it? That it is so completely necessary to survival. She replaces the standing dispenser by the door with a fresh container of wipes and places the other new ones in her special bleach cabinet. Afterwards, she cleans all the surfac...
Weekly Contest #241
The stars are beautiful tonight, swirling in their millennia-old patterns. Orion, Cassiopeia, Ursa Major, Ursa Minor. There are hundreds more, but those are the only ones Jake knows the name of and how to find them. Laying down on the ground, he can see the whole night sky. Outside of the city where the lights don’t wash out the brilliance of the stars. He can smell the grass nearby, freshly coated with dew, but he doesn’t feel it. No, he is laying on hard ground. Cement, with what seems like little rocks digging into his back. Bu...
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