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Weekly Contest #270
Marcie pulled a cheese grater out of the bottom drawer, and set it atop the counter, on a chopping board. She turned, opening the fridge, and pulled out a hunk of gruyere, a block of sharp cheddar, and a wedge of specially selected parmesan - she didn’t skrimp at the supermarket with the grana padano this time. No, this dish deserved the expensive ingredients. On her kitchen scales she weighed out 75g of unsalted butter, then set it aside in a dish to soften, putting the rest back in the fridge. She got to grating, humming as she did, ...
Weekly Contest #268
PRESENT“There are many options,” the whitecoat was saying, “I have brochures and pamphlets for you to read through. Take some time. When you have made your decision, send your transmission to the office, and we can make the necessary arrangements.” Logan’s mouth felt as if she had swallowed a mouthful of sand. Her throat was dry and gritty. “Could I please - water?” she croaked.The whitecoat reached across his desk, speaking into the intercom, “Water please, for Miss Boone?” He placed a stack of pamphlets on the desk facing her. A ...
Weekly Contest #267
She surveyed her large brown eyes in the mirror and pinched her cheeks to pinken them slightly. Pulling a comb through her mass of rich, chocolate locks, she made quick work of a plait and finished the end with a plum coloured velvet ribbon, the tips of her pointed ears poking through her hair. A knock on the door was followed by, “Ailish, Father wants to see you in his study,” as the sound of soft footsteps retreated. She hurried to her father’s study, knocking, and pushing it open as he said, “Come in.” Mr Anker was hunched ove...
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