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Weekly Contest #364
The following account in which you are about to read is a full rundown of everything that happened today; starting with first contact and ending with the murders. Please understand that by the time you finish reading this, I will have already surrendered myself. This account is simply for your benefit and so I can justifiably meet my eventual end with a clear conscience. Forgive me, Mama. “Dr. Wolfe? Your 2:30 appointment is here.” A surge of elation ran the full length of my spine. My standing Thursday, 2:30 afternoon appointments have alw...
Weekly Contest #360
“Excuse me? You’re out of your mind if you think I’m confessing!” I stared at my best friend in absolute disbelief. How am I the one out of my mind here? “Do you want me to crack a window? Is the heat getting to your head, Anya? Because YOU just committed murder. Cold. Blooded. Murder!” I whisper-yelled, not wanting the neighboring apartments to overhear our conversation. My emotions were a raging storm that was seconds away from becoming a natural disaster for every person in this building. Anya instantly lost every bit of color from her fa...
I stared at her bemusedly from across the kitchen– no, I was staring THROUGH her, rather– trying to remember the exact moment she became a completely different person. My stare was vacant with disassociation while I let myself get lost in thought. She looked like the same Amira that I married 11 years ago; she dressed like her, wore the same vanilla/cinnamon perfume, even tied her hair low and loosely the way my other half did. But the woman standing in front of me wasn’t my wife. The way the inflection in her tone changed slightly upwards a...
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