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Weekly Contest #376
CW: Blood, violence, murder, and self-harm If you ever happen to find yourself in the town of Ashby, you should make sure to pass by Mr. Albert Henderson’s Apothecary. Oh, that man has it all! Headaches? Sore throat? That pesky cough that just won’t quit? Whatever ails you, Mr. Henderson has just the thing. Ask anyone in town, and they’ll tell you! He’s the kindest man you’ll ever meet. He’ll greet you with a smile and send you home feeling better than ever. And doesn’t he look wonderful for his age? Must be the tonics! You really can't mis...
Elias Varga awoke on Tuesday at 5:59am, as he had everyday for the past fifty years. He lay in the dark waiting for the alarm to go off at 6:00. It never did. Elias could count a minute as easily as some men could carry a tune, it was the result of having been a watchmaker since he was sixteen, until his retirement last year. So, he was sure he’d counted sixty seconds since he awoke, but when he turned to look, the clock read 5:59 in bold red text. Sixty more seconds passed and finally, the alarm began to ring. Elias shut it off and sat on...
“If this isn’t up by 6:00pm, there will be consequences" My boss says through gritted teeth as I nod without taking my eyes off the monitor. The deadline for Project Nadia is in an hour. The project, however, has been finished for two weeks. My head is throbbing as I hover over the papers, pretending to work. Outside, I can hear the crowd already gathering for the launch announcement. A massive conference bustling with ambassadors, CEOs, even a president or two. My boss, Mr. Roberts surely has his grand speech prepared, and he’ll be countin...
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