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Weekly Contest #60
When the world ended, there was no big bang. Just a virus, a vaccine, and one scream at a time. My name is Daphne Green. Six months ago I was a nurse at an assisted living facility. My life's work was taking care of those in need and now I was one of those. When a deadly virus began to claim lives, people reacted in mass hysteria. Hoarding items they deemed preventives. Lysol, hand sanitizer, facial coverings, even toilet paper. I wasn't sure why the latter was involved, but what did I know? ...
Weekly Contest #31
Yellow rubber boots, faded from years of sun and monotonous scrubbing, sat near the front door this morning. That could only mean one thing. Millette was going outside today. I could go outside today after being cooped up in the house throughout the winter months. I wasn't allowed to roam in the cold, Millette just wouldn't allow it, but today, today just the sight of those old worn boots told me, my captivity was over. I could roam free and bask in the warmth that was Spring. I watched the...
Weekly Contest #29
"There's Creepo." Seventeen year old Bennett Fletcher watched from his bedroom window as the middle aged man across the street slipped through his back gate, glancing around. It was the beginning of summer when Bennett's family picked up and moved to a new town miles away from the home he had grown up in. His father had lost his job at the factory where he worked for thirty years. Bennett was bitter about the entire ordeal. While his parents scrambled around trying to find jobs, Bennett moped in his room, ente...
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