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Weekly Contest #366
My wife kicked me out for hanging out with a childhood friend. AITA?BlessedMustang52616 Hey Reddit, throwaway account because my wife knows my main. So this whole situation just has me completely baffled. So I (28M) and my wife (25F) have been married for two years, living together in an apartment. We had just moved in maybe two months ago, and things have been going well. We met while we were both at university, and we hit it off almost immediately. I’ve met all of her friends from home, and she’s met all of mine. Our families mesh really w...
Weekly Contest #365
There was never a time in Johnny’s life where he didn’t want to spread gossip he’d heard. It was well known that Johnny Devons was a gossipy bitch, and so he was often kept out of private conversations as much as possible. He reveled in the juicy telling of a good rumor, but this? This was too much. This bit of gossip had the power to ruin a relationship that he never wanted to harm.“Johnny, you all good?” Asked the one person who could never know about what he knew. She was a tall and slender woman, chestnut hair pulled into a long ponytail...
Thunder rolled through the city, lightning arcing across the skies as rain poured like the tears of those below. The day was finally upon them. A day none of them could have ever prepared for: their greatest champion had fallen. Even the Arena was closed to fights in mourning, the gladiators and warriors who normally battled taking time to respect one of their own.Down Main Street, a funeral procession rolled. The chariot that carried the casket was being led by the champion’s own mount, Stomper. The metallic horse walked stoically along ahe...
Weekly Contest #360
Women and children screaming. Men shouting. Guns shooting. The world below has gone to absolute hell in a hand basket. I can’t believe the city I know and love could come to this. There’s a fire at the market down the street, Mr. Wang’s store in another life. I think it’s called Beezer’s Deluxe Wares now. Somewhere downtown, the mayor’s corpse dangles from a street light. Angry mob did him in a few hours ago. There appear to be shooting stars zipping through the night sky, but that’s all wishful thinking. Truth is, they’re rockets. Missiles....
Weekly Contest #332
Watching the snow fall, each flake as thick and fluffy as the last, my brain rejects what I’m seeing. See, the thing about snow is it usually falls down. This snow is falling up. Why is that? I look around, turning my ringing head left and right to see that I’m in a tree. Upside down. I’m dangling from the branches of a great big pine tree. What the hell am I doing up here? And why is it snowing? For some reason the first thing to come to my mind is that it’s mid June in New Hampshire. Okay, let’s take a moment and recollect my jumbled and t...
Weekly Contest #208
Living with Family Payne was filmed in front of a live studio audience.FADE IN:INT. LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOONBROTHER AND SISTER MAX PAYNE (MALE 14) AND LILY PAYNE (FEMALE 8) SIT AT THE COFFEE TABLE. THEY EACH HAVE THEIR HANDS OUT IN FRONT OF THEM. ELDEST SISTER EMMA PAYNE (FEMALE 17) ENTERS FROM THE STAIRS LEADING UPSTAIRS.EMMAWhat are you two freaks doing?MAXLily says boys have slower reflexes than girls. I’m about to prove her wrong.LILYI didn’t says boys. I just said you.LILY FLIPS HER HANDS AND SLAP’S MAX’S AND HE CRIES...
Weekly Contest #155
In New Hampshire, when the leaves begin to change, the trees appear to be alight with flame, the somber bronzes and ambers glinting in the falling sun. The peaceful atmosphere–with the gentle hoots of waking owls and the muted whine of the cicadas–contrasted the panic and chaos soon to occur within an inn far from the hustle and bustle of Rochester. The air, cool with the premonition of oncoming winter, would soon be filled with tension, as a group of men led another through the dimly lit halls of this majestic old manor. The failing daylig...
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