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Weekly Contest #50
The mission was supposed to be a breeze. Our target was a neighborhood bank. We chose it because it had just enough cash to meet our needs and little protection by the way of security. We didn’t choose to rob a small bank because we were petty robbers, the kind you see on crime shows on TV, pointing guns at gas-station cashiers and demanding for the few bills in the till, no. We were already handling big jobs at that point, jobs that involved powerful cartels and government agencies across the globe. So why were we robbing a neighb...
I reclined in my chair and stared blankly plain white roof of the diagnostics center. It was our second trip to the center, the first time was terrifying. I drove past the center four times before I summoned the courage to drive through its gates. I’d never been to a diagnostics center in my life, hell, I’d never even been in a hospital. All my life, my health challenges had been solved with easily-procured over-the-counter medication at pharmacies, so this was a first for me on multiple levels. “How can I help you today?” the rece...
Weekly Contest #49
Danielle hid herself under her blanket as the tears streamed down her eyes. Her closest friends sat on both sides of the bed and did their best to console her. This was the worst they had seen her in since they met in college. Danielle was always upbeat, they had scarcely seen her shed a tear, so they gave the situation the seriousness it demanded. “Don’t worry too much, Danielle. I’m sure he said those things in the heat of the moment. It was a rash decision. I know Andrew well enough to know that he will soon come running back to you to ...
He took up a position by the window and rested his hands on the windowsill. He laid his head on his folded hands as a frown formed on his face. Through the window he watched the bees as they went about their business, seeming to float as they moved from one flower to another. One of the bees approached the window, he guessed it must have lost its way. Had it really lost its way? He wondered. Or was it staring at its reflection on glass plane. He wondered if it had the ability to think, and if it did, he wondered what it could be thin...
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