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Weekly Contest #249
I hate being late. My hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter. There’s a tightening in my chest as I look the never ending traffic jam before me. This is before the times of GPS on our phones given us alternative routes to take. So, I’m just stuck. I used google maps get the directions the night before. Also, I drove up a couple days ago, but I not coming from home today. So, it’s not exactly the same thing. I looked at the directions to familiarize myself with which exit to take, and the names of streets to look out for. I left ...
Weekly Contest #169
It’s 11:30 on a cool night in mid-October. I just got off work and am not quite ready to go home. I decide to go for a walk to clear my head. The store I work at was very busy tonight, and the adrenaline is still coursing through my veins. As I turn down Market Street, I am uneasy because I feel someone is following me. I glance behind me and swear I see a shadow standing behind me. As I peer closer, it ducks between two buildings. The palms of my hands start to sweat as I walk faster. My heart is racing. My breathing is short, fast, and sha...
Weekly Contest #105
I get showing up fashionably late, but this is almost ridiculous. Work was crazy, out of control. I'm lucky to be getting out of there alive. Shayla's gonna be so pissed. Deep sigh. Oh well, at least I'm here now; I think as I walk into the main ballroom of the Marriott Hotel, or whatever they call that room. Shayla is celebrating that the cancer is in remission. And she's doing it big. The first thing I do is go to the bar. Maybe a drink will help calm my nerves. Don't know why I'm so anxious. Except that Shayla text me earlier that she wa...
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