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Weekly Contest #83
Far beneath the surface of the river Thames, the flared gills of a thing long forgotten by the world snapped open. A dry summer had burnt its way across London, silt and muck and the detritus of lives uncounted settling like snow over Thames’ coiled form. Now that shingle of empty cans, dead rats and mud caked shopping trollies cracked, shifting as the first splotches of falling water hit the surface of the river. True rain had come at last, and with it echoes. Far away a man on a green folding bike cycled past an old woman with shoe...
Weekly Contest #62
Less than lovers, but more by a stretch than friends, Sam and Lou had escaped work for a stolen evening and reached a place where the skies were endless. Above them each cloud was perfect, a bilious accumulation of grey edged in bright sunlight. To the south the grass dropped away off the edge of the world and the tops of distant tower blocks rose like toadstools over the horizon line, above which darker skies threatened to erupt into a storm. A bottle of whiskey sat between them on the yellowed grass, a little less than half already gone. T...
Weekly Contest #54
“A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that’s all one, our play is done, And we’ll strive to please you every day.” The applause was thunderous, the globe theatre echoing with the words that had lasted for 400 years. Twelfth Night. Callum grinned, his hands aching as he continued to clap for the now bowing actors. Lila had been brilliant as Olivia tonight. He wolf whistled loudly, the sound cutting through the clapping, and Lila gave him a wink. Callum jerked his head towards th...
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