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Weekly Contest #339
A shiver, unrelated to the cold evening air, snaked down her spine. Her grip tightened on the wineglass, Cabernet Sauvignon, the condensation chilling her fingertips. She stood before the double doors of her master bedroom, which opened to a patio overlooking the private golf course below.Anticipation for the snow the meteorologists had predicted filled her. They were forecasting a significant snowstorm, the worst in a decade, with twelve inches or more expected in her area, it dredged up memories of a winter long past.` Alone in her penthou...
Weekly Contest #309
Randy, who had just arrived in this charming seaside village yesterday, was mesmerized as she gazed out the window of the quaint little café. She was captivated by the white sand and the vibrant turquoise ocean waves. As she cradled a porcelain cup filled with the most delightful tea she'd ever experienced, Randy marveled at the scene unfolding before her. She watched couples strolling hand in hand along the shore, children joyfully leaping over the incoming wave, and families gathered happily together for cheerful picnic lunches. Randy felt...
Weekly Contest #296
As the sun set beautifully, filling his cozy dorm room with a warm golden light, Oliver settled onto his bed, reflecting on a blend of feelings swirling inside him. With his treasured baby blanket in his hand. its colorful patchwork was a testament to years of love. He felt a deep surge of nostalgia. Each frayed edge whispered tales of countless adventures. Sometimes it served as a Teepee, and sometimes it was a fort. But he has never forgotten the comforting moments that brought him joy. Oliver's blanket had been his trusty companion during...
Weekly Contest #284
The Unexpected Gift As I lay at the bottom of the marble staircase, broken and in pain, I held onto hope, praying for someone to find me. The thought of facing death alone was daunting, and I was determined to hang on to life. For the past hour, I had drifted in and out of consciousness, but the cold marble tile against my face anchored me, reminding me that I still had to fight. It was vital for me to stay awake, so I focused on how I had arrived at this moment only a few hours ago. It was Christmas Eve, and for the first time, I found myse...
Weekly Contest #276
I stumbled upon him in the vast realm of the internet about two months before our eagerly awaited in-person meeting. From that moment, I felt an electric connection as we engaged in daily conversations, sometimes even twice daily, deepening our bond. Our talks became a comforting ritual, rich with laughter and vulnerability, allowing us to peel back the layers of our lives and aspirations. Our relationship embarked on a slow yet thrilling journey, igniting a sense of excitement within me. Both of us were acutely aware, drawing from our datin...
Weekly Contest #255
The top step of the front porch where I sat was hot from the morning sun. As the sun's rays beamed down on my head, sweat started trickling from my armpits. I wondered whether it was just from the sun. Lightheadedness and nausea enveloped me, but I resolved to stay put. Beside the porch stairs stood a small child clutching the leg of a woman who looked disgusted. Next to them was a tall man, his arm protectively around the woman, as if daring me to make a move. He also looked disgusted. I felt ashamed and helpless, wishing for someone to res...
Weekly Contest #234
Too Hot to Handle She read the instructions over and over again, word for word to make sure she didn't miss anything. It explained where to find the book and it must be in her possession before five pm. It should be found at the Historical library, or the game would self-destruct. Once the game self-destructs, that would be the end, with no hope of ever discovering the fortune. Well, she wasn't going to let that happen. Unfortunately, the Historical Library was on the south side of town, and she was on the east side of town. It would take he...
“If I Could Turn Back the Hands of Time” The body of the man I loved and married just a few hours ago was lying on the floor in front of me, lying on his side, clutching the wound that was now seeping blood through his fingers and onto the floor. There was a look of pain and shock on his face. Moving closer to the body, I willed him to get up! Suddenly, there were voices and loud banging at the door! Shoving the gun in my pocket, I ran out the side door and into the street. It was New Year's Eve. The streets of Manhatten were full of liv...
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