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Weekly Contest #364
The guest in Room 4 had complained twice about the ceiling. She was a woman from Athens paying eighty euros a night for authentic Pelion charm—exposed chestnut beams, grey slate roofs, and stone walls that kept out the summer heat—but she hadn't bargained for the damp."It’s not a leak," she’d told Elpida that morning, pointing a manicured finger up at the corner above the hand-carved bed. "It doesn't drip. But there's a heavy, dark shadow coming through the whitewash, and the corner smells of dry rot and old wool."That was how the roofer end...
Weekly Contest #360
I stood by the farmhouse entrance and watched a lace curtain flutter past the second-floor window.I didn’t have time to wonder who was parting the curtains. Yanis had already arrived, moving with a speed uncharacteristic of someone his size. He held out his right hand, a heavy ring of keys dangling from a single index finger, keeping his arm fully extended and the keys as far from his body as possible.“Già sou, Eva.” Yanis’s face lit up.He was thrilled to see me, mostly because my presence meant he could stop touching the keys. I smiled back...
Weekly Contest #359
Since moving to a small rural village in Greece two years ago, Zoe had just bought a 6,000-square-meter olive grove right next to her house. The plot was sold cheaply, and she didn't know whether to cultivate it or lease it to local farmers.Zoe couldn't believe her luck: owning a vast piece of land overlooking the bay, with a castle on its premises. The old Venetian tower was the last standing remnant of a real castle, long gone now. But a castle it was, for the sake of history, and tourists. The tower was on the plot, but Zoe did not own it...
Weekly Contest #355
She drove the minibus the way she always did—carefully. When they reached their destination, she opened the automatic door, and the passengers stepped out one by one, gathered together, and waited for the driver.Not a sound disturbed the silence around them.It was that chilling time before demolition.The driver stepped out of the minibus after making sure no one was left behind.The Veical was the minibus of the "Night Mover's Ghost Transport Service."Darkness wrapped the house and Yard. There was a purpose to the nighttime pre-demolition cer...
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