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Weekly Contest #59
Mrs. Shapiro looked like a scribble in a gaping inferno, leaning out of the window of a thirteen-story building at approximately 8:05 p.m. She was a shrewd slip of a woman gobbling up sumptuous bits of the sights below. The city flowered up at night in tell-tale colors of neon green and fiery orange and white. Laughter and car-horns filled the streets along Alaskan Way, but it was all white noise to her. The sounds of this city on a Saturday evening in the month of June only served to cement her status in the world, and she resented this fee...
The cuff of my right pant leg had only moments ago, been caught in the rusty railroad tracks by the river behind our house. What was I thinking running away like that? I had panicked, hunkered over, and clenched my eyes shut, waiting for the worst. When moments passed, and I realized I was still alive, I slowly opened my eyes and surveyed the ground around me. I was standing nowhere near the tracks. I was in front of a sleepy little moonlit village with naive looking houses all lined up in immaculate rows. Weird. This is like something out o...
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