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Weekly Contest #349
The bucket had already started to leak. Shit. This must be one of the plastic ones. Plastic never lasted that long outside anymore. All that fear surrounding biodegradable and non biodegradable materials didn’t matter much now that most materials would erode with a strong gust of wind. The image of the metal one sitting by the ladder burst into her mind, with its dark navy paint. Oh well, this one would have to do. She could feel the sweat start to accumulate under her gloves too, causing the metal rung to dance in her palms and attempt to d...
Weekly Contest #34
Saturday Message received: 13:49Hey, I just tried to call but I got your answerphone. I left a message. So check your messages. Message received 14:20Saf, are you there or are you ignoring me? This might be our last chance to hang out for a while. Message received 17:01… Message sent 20:22Hey, sorry I missed you I got your answerphone message. Who even leaves those anymore, you weirdo!I’ve been at the doctors with my mum. Seems like there’s something strange going around. I’ll cycle over later?Message received 2...
Weekly Contest #32
I crossed the road and entered the park. The grass was greener than it had been the last time I was here, the trees had started to regrow their leaves. A faint hint of blossom was creeping on some of the branches. It was truly Spring now, though the air was still crisp; as if Winter was sending whispers to the wind like a jilted lover. The silver ring around my index finger felt cold and began to irritate my skin, so I carefully removed it and placed it in the pocket of my long woollen coat. I found the bench. It sat in a small garden, ...
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