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Weekly Contest #356
I turn on the morning TV. The story I’ve been expecting is there for all to see and hear; I cringe at the cheerful voice of the announcer. “Well folks, here’s breaking news about billionaire Jerome Ashland’s engagement to Solaris Harte. After three months of on again, off again romance, Solaris has called it quits. An exclusive source told us the engagement ended early this morning after a huge public brawl at the Miradora Hotel. The couple, who announced their engagement last May, famously showed off Solaris’s thirteen-carat diamond ring,...
Weekly Contest #355
* Sensitive content - death of an animal mentioned, not shown, and some swear words Rain fell without mercy on the low, clay-soaked fields of the Ypres Salient in Belgium. East of the battered town of Ypres, where the village of Passchendaele lay just beyond the next low ridge, the British soldiers knew a battle was coming. On the night of the twenty-eighth of July the battery commander ordered the section forward into position. Second Lieutenant Hardie and his men spent the better part of two nights and a day hauling the eighteen-pounders...
Weekly Contest #352
Elinor whispered soft shushing sounds as she placed her baby in the cradle. Her work-roughened hand lingered for a moment, rubbing gently on the small back as her daughter snuffled into sleep. Straightening, she dug her knuckles into the persistent knot of pain low in her own back, an unwelcome echo from scrubbing floors and lifting items too heavy for her slight frame.Elinor could hear her other two children downstairs locked in their daily tussles. Their shrieking voices, rising beneath her, shredded her nerves like shards of glass. The fi...
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