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Weekly Contest #350
Mitchell Davos (code name ‘Giraffe’) craned his neck to catch a glimpse of my screen, just as he had every single day for the past couple of months. Earlier that week, I’d bought a lush fern from a flower shop near the office and placed it, perhaps a little too deliberately, along the thin gap between our desks. It must have taken him a great deal of self-control not to say anything, but composing himself like an old-school gentleman was what he did best. He sat down slowly, interlaced his fingers, stretched his arms out, then rolled his wri...
Weekly Contest #329
The Merry Cemetery Jerome Lancaster had fallen out of love with life over the course of 3 years, little by little and then all at once, the way safety pins disappear around a house. You don’t worry as each one goes missing… not until the day you really, desperately need one. Him being here, 5000 miles away from home, in the Merry Cemetery, was nothing but a testament of love for his wife, Olivia. It was she who always had a particular interest in tombstone tourism and he just played along, making sure he caught the perfect angle of gothic ma...
Weekly Contest #327
The light we choose to see Judy watched Friedrich held the tiny furry creature as a mother might cradle her newborn. She giggled and ran her fingers through her hair. There was something both confident and vulnerable in his movements, and she felt a little awkward looking at him—like catching someone in a moment too private to witness. Friedrich greeted all the animals in his own peculiar way, regardless of their affliction. He had the gift of understanding them beyond reason — as if he spoke their language, fluent in meows, purrs, and the o...
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