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Weekly Contest #232
Ben eased himself slowly into the folding chair. It was stiff from the cold. Leaning back he gazed up at the night sky. It was a clear winter night. Not one cloud in the sky, allowing for a spectacular view of stars and planets. Ben brought up his camera and snapped a couple of pictures. He then set the camera down on the table beside him and poured himself a cup of hot chocolate from his thermos. After blowing on it he took a sip. He then breathed a relaxing sigh and continued to gaze in wonderment at the cosmic array before him. ...
I sat there in the silent darkness. Awoken by a noise of unknown origin. I listened. There it was! The creak of floorboards being tread upon. Wearing only my pajamas I got out of bed to investigate. Grabbing the flashlight I paused at the bedroom door to listen again. I could hear the creaking floorboards coming from the end of the hallway to my right. Opening the door as silently as I could I jumped out and shone the flashlight. Nothing. I turned around to illuminate the other end of the hallway to reveal nothing. I then conduct...
Weekly Contest #220
It had been two weeks since I said goodbye to my best friend. Fred and I had known each other since middle school. It was quite a shock. He disappeared hiking the Appalachian mountains on the start of his would be world tour he had been on after his dad's death. They never found his body, so it was more of a memorial service than a funeral. There I was sitting in a cheap hotel room in Paris about to embark on my own journey. We had always talked about travelling the world together. I hadn't been able to join Fred on his journey as I had ...
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