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Weekly Contest #340
The taxi driver beeped the horn impatiently. He’d been working 9 hours, another 3am shift and this was his last fare before he went home to his one bedroom flat to a meal of cold pizza and warm beer before eventually falling asleep to a rerun of some Jean Claude Van Damme film he wasn’t really watching.He was meant to have finished his shift an hour ago, but dispatch had called in asking him to do one last job. He'd been working extra shifts to try and put some money aside to pay for his Mom's medical bills. She'd been ill lately and the cos...
Weekly Contest #339
The coffee shop was bustling the morning I first met Emily. It was a rainy Wednesday in February, and as I fought through the crowd of businessmen with their Bluetooth headsets and novice writers camped out with mocha lattes and dreams of the New York Times bestseller list, I saw her behind the counter. The air was thick with the smell of burnt coffee beans, frothy milk and baked goods, her mousy blonde hair was pulled back into a bun, freckles scattered across her face, dark brown eyes framed by steel-rimmed glasses. As I approached the cou...
Weekly Contest #338
When you see a dusty red book that has your name on the front with your birth and (what you assume to be) your death date, you have to open it, right? That’s what I did. Big mistake. This story begins in a library and ends, well, we’ll just have to find out together. I’ve not written it yet, and you’ve not read it, so no skipping to the end to find out. I went to the library because I wanted a new book to read. A Kindle is fine, but nothing beats feeling the paper on your fingers, smelling the ink, especially of older books and seeing the st...
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