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Weekly Contest #94
The dare. It was one of those hot, stifling days in Paris. All the windows in the upper room at the brasserie were open and the background noise of the Paris traffic had a soporific effect on the group listening with difficulty to the lecturer talking about a book that was the flavour of the month in the intellectual circles. The group, numbering sixteen, mostly women, had been gathered under an international book club of a distinguished reputation. Frankly, the book was boring, the group not particularly interesting, and the animator ha...
Weekly Contest #93
That precious moment when I was called a star. It lay there on top of a pile of unattended correspondence pleading for a reply. An invitation to a birthday party to be held on Saturday week. What was both annoying and at the same time intriguing, was that the host’s wife was an old flame that had ditched me two years ago for a gentleman that was not only rich but according to her corresponded more to the profile of the man she would consider marrying. If I remember correctly when she made that declaration to me; the word love was never men...
Weekly Contest #90
The great oak tree It stood there like some beloved guardian overlooking and monitoring the peace and quiet of the fourteenth century village. The oak tree was by all standards magnificent. There was much speculation in the village as to its exact age. The betting was between 300 and 320 years old. Its size represented power, its branches represented strength, but beyond that its foliage left, when the sun shined, a pattern of shadows that beckoned one to lie under its branches and admire its beauty, It stood in the village square and wa...
Weekly Contest #81
Word count 2,668 Drum beat, heartbeat. It would soon be his eighteenth birthday. His parents had promised him a new drum set. He ...
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