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Weekly Contest #62
She woke slowly. Her crazy dreams made her groggy and confused. All night, they chased her, making her feel as if she’d been running backward, from the present to the past. Opening her eyes, she took in the unfamiliar bedroom. She was startled to feel a warm body pressed against her. The masculine arm resting on her waist was that of a stranger. Fear knocked out her breath. Who was he? As a matter of fact, who was she? She couldn’t recall her name, her history, nothing. She was a blank slate. Swallowing a scream, she carefully pushed off...
Weekly Contest #59
Autumn walked along the crowded street, another clog in the behemoth machine of Chicago. During the evening rush hour, there were so many people that some had stepped from the curb to continue along the edge of the busy street. Yet, not one person looked at her. There were no distracted smiles or meaningless conversations as they waited at the crosswalks. They didn’t even jostle her as they moved past. Everyone seemed to glide around her. She began to worry she was fading, becoming a ghost. Sometimes the impulse to grab someone and ask if th...
Weekly Contest #58
Running through the ten-story office building's glass doors, Mandy pulled her cellphone from her purse to check the time. “Crap,” she muttered. She had less than five minutes until the meeting started, which left her with two choices. Take the stairs as usual, but at a sprint, and arrive a sweaty mess. She could swallow her claustrophobia and get into the tiny, rickety elevator. Easy choice, right? More like no choice. She couldn’t be late again. Her hand shook slightly as she pressed the elevator button. When the door opened, she took ...
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