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Weekly Contest #330
It was a rather rainy day. Of course, England isn't known for its warm weather, but the rain was strong enough to be noteworthy. The overlapping rustle of skirts among the shuffle of pressed trousers seemed to call out through these merciless drops, all wading through a thick fog that seemed to churn from factories. Among Queen Victoria's subjects hurrying to and from shops was Albert.On this day, Albert was trying to hold his head up high, carrying a box of sweets and once again ignoring his loneliness. He was an accountant who had sisters,...
Weekly Contest #239
“Gut oven,” Freddie repeated, the lesson playing through large headphones. Her phone sat in her pocket as a thrift store find warmed in her hands. It was a wooden beauty with cypress branches etched into it for $5.99, plus whatever was inside. Luckily, she knew how to get it open. Freddie knocked on a friend’s door, accidentally cracking her across the head when she answered. Daria Li let out an expletive. “I found something!” She rubbed her forehead. “Good for you.” Freddie held up the box. “A locked thing.” Now Daria was ...
Weekly Contest #237
A lady had been dropped off today. Despite the reddish hair, blackness was evident in tight coils and a rounded nose. Her dark eyes surveyed the dim household, stepping in gingerly. She marveled at the deep blue walls, lacquered floors, and the faint smell of dried flowers. The absence of a looming presence allowed her to take everything in. Rosa let out a quiet sigh so subtle it sounded like any other breath. This was a girl allowed to be one, a fact emphasized by her travel wear. The polished red shoes especially caught Rosa’s attention. T...
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