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Weekly Contest #377
The mist curled around her feet as Marie stared at the man sitting casually in the wing back chair in her secret attic room. His black, shoulder length hair was tousled slightly and streaked with just the tiniest bit of silver at his temples. Beautiful green eyes were framed in long black lashes, and beneath his aquiline nose, his dark mustache was impeccably groomed. A gold loop earring sparkled from his earlobe. Marie noted his handsome face was void of malice of any kind. Was this the man she had read about in her great-great grandmother’...
Weekly Contest #230
10:00 a.m.: I arrive for my pet sitting gig and I can feel the cats are wary and stand-offish. I’m sure I can remedy that but I begin by reading the multi-colored mosaic of sticky notes left all over the kitchen counter. Everything is efficiently labeled, then I see it- the notebook. As I scan the many detailed pages of instructions I can only marvel over how these animals have trained their human. I will not be dictated to by a pack of felines! 5:00 p.m.: It’s time to dish up dinner. I must use new, clean bowls with each feeding and I can’...
Weekly Contest #211
A loud slam against the front door startled the old man from his nap. He had drifted off in front of the crackling fireplace to the steady, lulling staccato of the rain on the tile roof. A second sharp bang roused him completely. His bushy silver brows pulled into a deep scowl as he shifted and slowly lowered his warm, stocking feet to the cold stone floor with a grimace. He heard frenzied scratching now and quickened his shambling pace. “Alright! Alright!” His long, gnarled fingers pulled back the antiquated brass bolt and he opened the ...
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