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Weekly Contest #91
Overdue-ing It 1 Day Overdue I like things to be in their place. Always. At all times. I like things to happen on time. Never late. Never. Naturally, when I received an email from the library saying I had a book overdue, I freaked out. The book had been borrowed on my behalf, by the root cause of all my neurotic behavior, who also worked at said library. Hence the reason I forgot about the book, and the reason for my instant and immense panic. And, naturally, like the coward that I am, I merely asked my friend to return the book for me....
Weekly Contest #90
Disclaimer: This story involves animal cruelty and psychological abuse. The room had filled with children so fast. Hope watched as a space that was usually cold and unfriendly became alive and a small smile stretched her wrinkled face. There was very little that caused her happiness in her old age, but a room filled with excited, happy children would always give her joy. They just seemed to make everything brighter, even if the only colors they carried with them were that of their eyes and hair, their little grey jumpsuits blending togethe...
Weekly Contest #89
“Congratulations! You will be dying in five days.” Not the first thing you expect or want to hear before you’ve had coffee. Especially not after being woken up way too early. On a Saturday. The man who had spoken sent a disgusted, condescending look my way before pushing past me into my home. Even if I wasn’t been busy picking up my jaw from the floor, I wouldn’t have been able to stop. The guy was huge. I stared after him, my knuckles white where they still clenched the doorknob, as he inspected my home. “Did you hear me?” He didn’t look a...
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