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Weekly Contest #343
6:58 AM, 79 AD – 10 Minutes to Explosion As soon as I see the sparks, I know our time has come.The mountain has been rumbling for weeks; deep, steady vibrations from the core of the earth. It’s imposing silhouette watches over us, predating even the first of my ancestors. It is a jagged cut of rock against an endless sky, so ginormous in size we believe only a god could ever touch its snowy peak.Out of both fear and respect, we have always worshipped Mount Vesuvius.The elders still insist we pray to it weekly - at minimum - and leave a ripe ...
Weekly Contest #333
Simon is hungry for his big break. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that getting his dream job as junior-reporter was only half the battle. The other half was being assigned only the fluff pieces no-one else wanted (Honestly, he thought, how many times can one man write about ‘missing’ neighbourhood strays?). That’s why he spends every Saturday night strolling the downtown streets until after midnight. Getting the drop on something like a shoot-out or a bank robbery would give him leverage to show his boss that he’s a serious, respectable...
Weekly Contest #332
Hammond was quite literally walking on clouds. Not just because today was day one of his big promotion. He was moving out of the mail room and up to the 113th floor of SkyCap Industries — 97 floors and 4 cubicles closer to Julie than he ever thought he’d be. He tried not to think about her too much, to not be weird about it, but he couldn’t help the way his pulse spiked every morning when he caught sight of her; the swaying of her short, orange hair as she stood before him in line for the bagel cart, or a few paces away at the crosswalk.But ...
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