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Weekly Contest #51
I started to tremble and my voice began to break. I felt the color drain from my face. "You're dying?" questioned my mother, in utter disbeleif. "You're dying," this time she whispered in simple acceptance. I watched as the tears welled up in her eyes, dripping down her pale face like wax off of a candle that would never shine bright again. My lips quivered at the thought, tears now dripping down my colorless cheeks as well. Not only was I leaving this world, but I was taking my dear mother's heart and soul with me. I looked at my now wail...
Never a dull moment when you’re a taxi driver. Just another day, this guy got in and placed a plastic bag on the seat next to him. If I had known about the catastrophe that was going to take place, I would have never let him set foot inside my cab. The man looked like he was in his late twenties, his face was covered in stubble and he had shaggy brown hair that was in disarray. He was well-built with a small but noticeable scar running down his cheek. I was tense because of his sinewy appearance. It was Thursday, a little after 6:00 P.M., an...
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