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Weekly Contest #221
14 November 1902Dear ThaddiusI thank you so kindly for your last letter, as well as the wreath you so thoughtfully sent. The staff and I were sorry to not have the pleasure of your presence during these solemn times. Of course it would be unforgivable to have asked you to make the journey back from America, even under such grave circumstances. The memorial was as pleasant as such things can be. It was an unusually bright and clear day here in London, and we were fortunate enough for the Harrow council to suspend the church service for A...
Weekly Contest #220
What a sorrowful man meeting such a sorrowful end as I. To lament now would seem to be frivolous, for around me the world is meeting such a sorrowful end, our fates enshrined for the first time since inception. The last day, the final hour of all, brought upon us by gods too cruel or too else occupied to give any such notions as pity or leverage.It began only days ago, with proclamations from the priests, all in unison describing their prophetic dreams of finality and despair. The gods, they said, had deemed our world forfeit, and as such ha...
Weekly Contest #218
Thick sulphur coiled into Tucker's nostrils as he struck the match, overpowering the heavy damp of the earth around him. The sounds of the pit workers down below echoed and struck hard against the still of the night air, and in the darkness his hands cupped tightly around the flame to shield it from the clawing drizzle. He inhaled longingly on the roll up cigarette and thought once more about giving up smoking. “Those things’ll kill you Tuck.” His wife's voice hanging in his mind, the noise of the tree branches skittering against themselves ...
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