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Weekly Contest #252
Marilyn didn’t notice the black duffle bag right away. It was obstructed by shrubs and reeds beneath the underpass. Besides, she wasn’t looking for a bag but a man. A drug dealing man named Tony to be more specific. Tony was as unreliable as a faulty wrist watch. It was already fifteen minutes from the time he’d said he’d meet up with her and there was no sign of Tony. Marilyn wrung her hands nervously and began to pace. The half moon gave its light on this dark night and this only exacerbated Marilyn’s anxiety. She preferred an obscur...
Weekly Contest #251
Eran was tired but had to keep moving. There was no telling if reinforcements were coming for the fallen tribe. Even after being held captive by the Bednaarians as long as he had, he wasn’t fully wise to how they functioned. It was entirely plausible that they were able to channel communication posthumously. So powerful was their mental configuration. He had to get as far away as possible from the site of the massacre lest a fresh wave of the hellish mind manipulators descended into the caves and found him. He held his dim torch out in...
Sixteen cycles since The Great Flood, Eran, son of Juust and Kima of the Neg Tribe in Wenga embarked on a journey that would last a lifetime. Such a journey granted him a lifetime of memories both beautiful and scarring. Seven cycles from the start of his journey, Eran would encounter an enemy formidable and sly, all the way out in the far flung region known as The Stark Frontier. These are the writings and recollections of Eran. The Stark Frontier. It has been seven cycles since I departed my beloved Wenga and journeyed along th...
Weekly Contest #245
*** Depictions of racial insensitivity.***From 1789 to 1792 a series of volatile events erupted in France and collectively became The French Revolution. For decades, the ordinary and unheralded people of France took increasing umbrage with the absolute rule of the monarchy and engaged in actions that ultimately saw the dissolution of the French monarchy and the beheading of King Louis XVI and his patronizing wife, Marie Antoinette. These acts plunged France into a new era and this sent shockwaves amongst French nobility and across Europ...
Weekly Contest #244
From behind the dark blue curtains I could see the last few streaks of sunshine holding on against the approaching darkness of night. I lay still in the small bed, moving only my eyes across the unfamiliar room. The room itself looked as though it belonged to a teenage girl based on the predominantly unshirted heartthrob posters on the wall. I scoffed. Almost all those men were gay and whichever young girl this room belonged to was merely living in a fantasy.om I got up and a sudden wave of lightheadedness gripped me. I sat right back down o...
Weekly Contest #243
In the Western hemisphere on the planet Wenga is a vast ocean whose turquoise waters span thousands of miles wide and thousands of miles deep. The waters of this ocean are choppy and temperamental in some parts and no vessel, man-made or otherwise can navigate these waters. This great ocean is known as Noyi. At the Western most front, the fearsome waters crash against the jagged, black cliffs of Brato; eternally reaching for the cliff’s edge. In the past, at the time of the Great Earth Shaking, it is said the ocean managed to raise itself up...
Weekly Contest #240
Thomas Hastings enjoyed the dying moments of his break. He took a bite of his last shortbread cookie, savoring the sweet buttery goodness. His tea was still piping hot. He grimaced at the steam before standing up and taking his full cup to the sink to dump out. The only reason he bothered with the stuff was a matter of social acceptance. All his colleagues drank tea and they all seemed to be functioning adults. He wished to be regarded in this way too. He’d been offered a cup of tea by one of the other teachers on his first day and in the in...
Weekly Contest #239
Many years ago on our green and blue planet was a never ending road. It stretched out for infinite miles and was as circular as it was linear. The peoples of the world all knew this road and walked upon it, some only a few steps and others vast distances. While all knew it and beheld its wonders, no one could say where it started nor where it ended, only that it was there and it affected every living thing just as every living thing affected it. The origins of the road were left for people to speculate on. There were as many theories as ther...
Weekly Contest #237
Chloe and a hundred strangers emerged from the urine soaked subway into the emerging light of day. The sun shone weakly but she was happy to see it after four days of non-stop drizzle. She walked briskly to her office on 11th Avenue because while the sun was out, it was a chilly morning. Chloe walked past the corner store that served the most delicious chopped cheese sandwiches without looking up. Usually this store and its legendary chopped cheese was the stumbling block she had to overcome each morning. She was oblivious to; or at least sh...
Weekly Contest #236
Isaac Wells was the CEO of Infinity Partners, a Venture Capital firm that distributed funds to inventors of extraordinary skill and sight. CEO was his proudest title as it was one that he took pains to achieve. Prior to this venture, Isaac's greatest criticism was his lack of achievement given from whom he was descended and the size of the golden spoon he had been born with in his mouth. He was only Isaac Wells, son of Robert Hudson Wells, founder and owner of Glob-Oil Inc, an oil company with successful operations on every continent. And wh...
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