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Weekly Contest #364
Day 1: Today I failed the blood test that tested us for the new plague that’s going around. I feel fine, but they told me I had to go into quarantine. “This is unfair!” I said, pounding on the door. I could see Reginald, my guard, through the small window in the door. He shrugged sadly at me. There wasn’t much he could do. It was the law. According to the news, people were dropping dead from this disease within a week. They let me take my diary and a pen, at least. And a pencil, in case the pen runs out of ink. They’ll let me out of here in ...
Weekly Contest #363
Kate looked out over the Atlantic, a giddy smile plastered onto her face. The sky was bright and blue, and a light breeze gently ruffled the red curls that escaped from her straw hat. “I can’t believe I finally get to go! And on such a magnificent ship!” She had seen the Atlantic before, of course, growing up in a small coastal village in Ireland, but she had never seen it look so beautiful, so full of hope. This was going to be the first, and perhaps only, time she’d ever cross it. “I’m so excited for you!” her younger sister, May, beamed. ...
Weekly Contest #362
As Julia passed by the herbalist’s tent at the market, she stopped when something caught her eye. Among the shelves of dried herbs and tiny vials of potions, she saw a book. The vendor was nowhere to be seen, probably behind the canvas curtain in the back of the stall. When she entered, the cool shade washed over her. The book just sat there on the table, drawing her in. Waiting to be stolen. It was made of brown leather, trimmed in gold. No title graced the cover, just a gold crescent moon. She knew what it was, even though it was obvious t...
Weekly Contest #361
The last box was almost packed when I found it. Stowed away in the far corner of my bedroom closet. It wasn’t much to look at. A pint-sized jar filled with sand and a couple small rocks. A small sand dollar. And the ring. It was tiny, big enough to fit my seven-year-old finger. A glass stone in the center. It felt like a real diamond at the time. The band was made of some gold-colored metal. Maybe it was even gold-plated. It was cheap, but to my younger self, it felt like a fortune. A memory from long ago: sun-filled days of childhood. Befor...
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