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Weekly Contest #63
WARNING- SOME mature language -cursing-. Fuzzy and warm in my honey cashmere hoodie, a grin grudgingly gains ground on my stiff face. A glance at the oval mirror above my oak wood dresser saps the hearth-like coziness from my chest.Boots plop on the creaking chestnut floor outside my bedroom door."Ali," calls out James, my little brother. My heart flutters every time he squeals my name with his mouse-on-helium voice. The brass door handle twists and turns. I hasten to pull the silky hoodie over my short ponytail and tighten it, co...
Weekly Contest #62
Dust clouds bloomed, racing over the dry seabed as another of their fathers crafts launched into the air. From the cliff, she gazed at the massive craft's engines blazing through the stagnant air, hauling two-hundred and fifty more people into space."That makes number one-hundred ninety-eight," she said, poking data into her arm mounted tablet.As the ship faded into the cloudless sky she turned."Wont be long now pencil neck," she said."Even now, you wont let up with that name," he said, continuing to scribble aw...
Weekly Contest #61
The old man opened the door to his study and sitting at his mahogany desk was a young man who hastened to close its right hand drawer. Their eyes locked on each other. "Why are you in my study," said the old man. "you should be asleep." "I wanted to write a letter before bed Sir," came the young mans hoarse reply. "In the dark?" "The light of the fire helps me to think," he answered, pointing to the large brick ...
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