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Weekly Contest #348
The first punch doesn't hurt. There's too much adrenaline. Shock. It rushes through your body devouring you.It's not the first punch that hurts.It is the following punches that add up. Once the adrenaline wears off, that is when you feel them.At least, that is what is happening to me.My right eye is practically shut, just a sliver of light trickles in. My head beats like a war drum, throbbing with pain. I turn to my side. I am stiff. My neck aches."No," a man bellows. His voice echos. Filling the hazy darkness around me. A petite woman, dres...
Weekly Contest #281
“It pisses me off.” Daniel took a sip of his drink. “Most of the promotions have already been handed out,” said Daniel. “Even that HR lady. Casey—Carol— or whatever. She got promoted too,” said Daniel. His gaze drifting to the gleaming chandelier lights reflecting on the polished floor of the venue. The vast space was adorned with green, red, and silver trees, twinkling lights, and every festive touch money could buy—courtesy of being one of the top tech companies in the world and hiring decorating professionals.Jacob leaned in. “It’s a...
Weekly Contest #278
This isn’t like the movies. There’s too much blood and too much movement. Especially in my house. “Antonio,” followed by a tap on my shoulder, “Antonio,” another tap this time pushing me.”Watch out!” I snap. The man steps back, raising his hands in surrender.“Sorry Toño,” he said, “but where do you-?”“Pablo,” I tilt my head towards the front of the long wooden dining room table, “we have a guest.”Confusion lingered on Pablo’s face. I guess it didn’t matter. I thought. “Pablo,” I said, hugging him closer to me. He tried to resi...
Weekly Contest #261
The weather was not as bad this evening compared to the midday sun, and the humidity during the day that made someone wonder if their shower in the morning was worth it. The glass doors of the older downtown building opened onto the lively night life of the small town. “Hey,” an African-American man in his late seventies leaving the white-painted brick building, felt a warm hand on his shoulder as he walked down the stairs, “I’m glad you’re here. It was great of you to stop by and hang out with us. I really hope-“”Look,” the man cut him...
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