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Weekly Contest #316
*The story contains references to arson and death.* Jason was the perfect man, with teeth like a pearl necklace and a body so muscular, and manly that he looked like he was cut straight out of a fitness magazine. He was skillful in the art of flattery and adoration - which would have seemed ridiculous coming from anyone else, but from him it was charming and captivating - and somehow seemed unusual. His vocabulary and his phrases were filled with cliches, so worn out that if anyone else had uttered them, they would have seemed tattered. But ...
Weekly Contest #266
“Hot food, hot food!”Meghan peeked at me through the serving window, her red curly hair sticking out through the hair net and her brows furrowed in an irritated expression.“What’s the matter with you?” she said. “Hot food’s getting cold!”“Nothing,” I said as I grabbed the hot plates and placed them on a tray. “Got a lot on my mind. You don’t need to holler about it, I got it.”“Yeah, but you’re slow today, poking around like you’re planting a garden or something.”“Not slow today,” I said. “We’re just busier than usual.”Meghan was all bark, no...
Weekly Contest #263
The candle in my hand flickered, as the sound of our voices filled the auditorium of the 19th century school building during the evening of December 13th 1991. Lucia. The outline of the audience was barely visible from the stage, but I knew they were there. Dressed in a white gown, a red sash around my waist, and a lingonberry greenery head-wreath, I was pleased that I no longer wore tinsel on my head as had been customary when I was younger. But I was still just a handmaiden, positioned next to, and yet behind the Lucia. I was in her shadow...
Weekly Contest #262
(This story contains mature topics as well as mild physical violence where one of the characters hits the other one with a pillow.)I don’t know who screams first, if it’s him or me. I think it’s me. Luckily I have already pulled up my underwear (and my jeans, I think), but unfortunately I didn’t lock the bathroom door before I sat down to pee. The screams go something like this:“Ah” (very high pitched by me), followed by a scream and a “sorry” (him), a bump into the wall (him), and sorry (me) and then more sorry (him). His name is ...
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