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Weekly Contest #367
It was a beautiful day – almost insultingly so, as if the typically dreary country were mocking her departure with a rare bit of sun. The sky was clear of clouds, save for a few puffs of cotton-like whisps that painted the horizon. Somewhere overhead, a gull let out an arrogant caw as it glided on the gentlest breeze of the season. Even the ocean seemed at ease as it rolled in lazy, shimmering waves. It was the perfect scene for one setting out on an adventure – perfect for promises, for opportunities, for goodbyes that were really only see-...
Weekly Contest #164
Where I come from, the train is the only way to get anywhere. Within the towering walls of our great city, the train is our freedom and our captor. Each day, we wait in scattered crowds at the station, our fragile bodies shivering as we bundle ourselves up in the scraps of our coats against the blistering chill that always hangs in the air like a noose. We fix our eyes on the distant tracks, listening with strained ears for the eerie whistle drawing closer and waiting, waiting, waiting for the flash of glistening steel to emerg...
Weekly Contest #108
They’d always called her cold, even when she was a child. Detached was what they really meant, but there were implications to that word and how it would apply to a child as young as nine that no one wanted to face. Cold was a simpler definition. Cold could mean shy, or uninterested, or antisocial, which were all perfectly normal (if undesirable) things for a child to be. It didn’t hold all the nasty assumptions detached held, even if it meant the same thing in the end. Cold was easier to live with,...
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There was blood on O’Connell Street; I saw it walking home. I didn’t notice it at first. You don’t notice these things all at once when you live in the city and you’re just focused on keeping your head down and not looking anyone in the eye. But all it took was looking up for just half a moment, and there it was. Even in the swarm of the early evening, when tourists nervously wander along in bunched-up groups of three or more and gaggles of college students gather in ragged crowds outside of nightclubs and local pubs, the trail stood out ...
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