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Weekly Contest #358
Monday, January 13th Why of course The Lady Bug will fail to stop me this time! Now, it may be true that all of my other nefariously evil contraptions and schemes fell short and were thus thwarted by that stupid, bug-costumed freak. But I, The Wicked Scoundrel, am the most cunning and monstrous villain in all of CityVille! Not to mention the most handsome, as well. The plan is simple and yet oh, so diabolical. I will create some common ruckus in the center of town, perhaps the ole "bomb strapped to the statue of the mayor" trick. Yes, yes, t...
Weekly Contest #357
I will always wait for you. When you brought my sister and I home from the loud and crowded house in which we were born, I knew nothing of the world you lived in. By degrees I learned that you, too, were a child and growing up in an unfamiliar environment. Your mother, our mother, was kind to us and kept us fed and healthy. Though I did not know why, you were only at home intermittently. The weekdays we would spend together, playing and learning and sleeping. The weekends you would leave, to where I did not know. I waited patiently, and you...
Weekly Contest #341
It felt a lot like standing in your grandma’s dining room. Oddly comfortable, but with a very dated look and feel to the place. The walls were brown wooden panels which were all covered in picture frames, allowing almost no visibility of the faux mahogany behind them. Corey saw himself at various ages in a few of the photos that hung, along with photos of those he knew and those he did not. The air was thick and sweet and the carpet under his feet shaggy and worn down to a near flat finish against the floor. If the year was 1970 then this r...
Weekly Contest #339
"Again, Jonathan. Make me a cup of coffee. I would like one sugar and two cream."A pair of mechanical arms stemming from a cylindrical metal torso immediately began pressing buttons on the latte maker placed in front of it. Within thirty seconds the maker was dispensing black coffee into a novelty cat mug that sat below the nozzle. The robotic arms took the cup of black coffee and mixed into it two sugar cubes and two packets of powdered creamer. It placed the mugged mixture before an elderly man who had been observing the whole process thro...
Weekly Contest #338
Following the array of cardboard signs placed in yards and along the road for the last 2 miles, an old tan Toyota Tacoma finally rumbled to a stop in front a house who's yard was filled with all sorts of odds and ends on display. A sign at the end of the driveway stated obviously enough "YARD SALE, 12-4 TODAY", though the driver knew this was the house he was searching for from he moment he turned onto the street. Lumbering out of the truck, the man took his sunglasses and placed them atop his head in one swift move as if to see the second-h...
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