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Submitted to Contest #264
The room emitted a quiet patience which rubbed off on William as he waited for the arrival of other guests. Despite the gravity of the occasion, the space seemed to hum with a calm anticipation. Warm amber light began to splash across high walls, filtering through windows positioned near the ceiling. He gazed up at the closest window and saw the morning sky unfurl in soft shades of blue, tinged with pink and orange. To have the ceremony take place on such a stellar morning was something he was grateful for. It was an added blessing th...
Submitted to Contest #262
Mason turned, showing off a dopey wide grin. He shouted over: ‘Goddamn nothing! Don’t worry Til! You just know one of these dumps is hiding a few bottles.’ His arm swung outwards, fingers stabbing through the blistering air at the next house over. ‘Pull yourself together Mason!’ Tilly replied. ‘You heard the guards: “Record heatwave”, as in the worst of the century…were you even listening?’In this moment he seemed more puppet than human, and the sun pulled all the strings now, leaving him to flail around with unpredictable rhythm. Tilly...
Submitted to Contest #259
Asher let out a familiar sigh, admitting she was cutting it close enough. The last 20 minutes in bed had been a routine escape, indulging in memories of what life used to mean for her. It was soothing yet artificial. This morning's escape was a simple but effective one, an early morning walk with her dog Norman. The fact that she sometimes treated that as a trivial errand brought up tight feelings of painful regret. What she would give for this simple pleasure that was now a world away…literally. It's not that she cared about running l...
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