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Weekly Contest #85
“That’s the thing about this city. You never know what’s going to happen,” Mark told his friend. The two boys were walking along the dirty, rust-covered streets of Zrada, the Beautiful City. Or so it was called. In Mark’s opinion, it was just a giant mud pit that tried to pass itself off as an oasis. He and his friend, Noah, were going to the food market, which wasn’t much more than a few shops selling different flavors of paste. Actual food was long gone; most people didn’t know what an apple tasted like. “What do you think? Bread or...
Weekly Contest #84
“Oh, the hole opened up again,” my mother moaned. “Man, that thing just won’t stay closed,” my dad replied, examining the break in the corner of the ceiling. “I don’t understand what’s so bad about it. It relieves the stuffiness in here, and the rain doesn’t come in because of the overhang above us,” I reasoned. “But what if a critter comes in? We don’t want the cat-mice stealing our food.” I sighed. For Mom, there was always something to worry about. The pipe was leaky and would cause mold which would stink up the house...
Weekly Contest #72
Zoe barely made it in time. “I’m here! I’m here,” she gasped, holding out the canvas as she bent over. The man who was about to lock the door scowled, but took the painting and rushed into the building. Zoe followed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. The art hall stretched out before her, inviting her to come look at the many masterpieces hanging up on the walls, but she ignored the urge and hurried after the man with the painting. She didn’t have time to drool over them, no matter how much she wanted to. They entered backstage to f...
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