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Weekly Contest #21
Thank god it ain’t happy hour. The last customer was about to close his tab. The man stood up from the old wooden stool at the counter and staggered as he struggled to stand still. His head was weary from an extensive night of drinking. Too many beers before closing time. Three empty bottles rested at the countertop and another one lay broken on the floor after he dropped one an hour ago when he was slapped harshly by a young woman. What were they fighting about? I had no idea. All I knew is that she left soon afterwards in tears running as ...
Weekly Contest #20
Their noises could be heard from across the entire hallway. How could anyone accomplish anything with the racket going on in room 237? I guess it means the rumors were true; room 237 was the worst behaved classroom in the entire sixth grade at Jamestown middle School. Teachers told of kids throwing airplanes made of paper at other kids, spitballs being spat with the largest amount of saliva constrained inside one tiny paper ball. And the language. Oh, the language! What kind of parents would allow such improper English dialect inside their o...
Weekly Contest #18
My mind shook like an earthquake, I was tired, alone and afraid. A voice kept whispering in the back of my mind. 'Should I buy it?’ I shook away the thought and looked around. My mind drifted away again. For a second, I forgot where I was and where I'd been. I reached inside my coat pocket and, brushing past my wallet, pulled out my silver pocket watch. The time on the gears read 4:15 PM. Then it all came back to me, as I gazed at my surroundings. I was in a store, an off-hand store; a place where people trade in their old goods in hopes of ...
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