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Weekly Contest #376
My name is Charon and I am a ferryman. Now, you must be wondering which river or harbour do I ferry in, and perhaps you may have travelled on my skiff. Many have come to me, and I have ferried countless men, women, and children. But I will tell you this – not you, not quite yet. If you ever travel to the river Acheron, then it saddens me to welcome you. My name is Charon and I am the ferryman of the dead. Cerberus, a three-headed dog with teeth so long and sharp it could slice through you like paper, guards the gate to the Underworld, where ...
Weekly Contest #373
The Testimony of Farmer Joe Yes, officer, I saw it with my own eyes. There was a faint noise, like a distant explosion, followed by a trail of smoke, and I remember it because it wasn’t black or grey – it was red. I’ve never seen anything like that. The tip of the trail was burning as bright as the sun. It was a shooting star, wasn’t it? Seen it on the telly but never in real life. Strange that it happened in daylight. I had to make a wish, for good luck, as they say. No, I didn’t hear a crash, nor did I visit a crash site – I don’t believe...
Weekly Contest #370
The man was holding on to a slice of bread so tightly that it no longer looked like bread. Max could not take his eyes off him. He did not know the man, but he knew how the bread would taste in his mouth, and that he would chew it tenderly, savouring its sweetness until the last bit. He swallowed and imagined the morsel sliding gently down his throat. He laid his hand on his stomach. “The more you look, the hungrier you’ll get,” Max turned toward the voice—it was a man of no more than twenty-two, though his sunken cheeks and unshaven face ad...
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