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Weekly Contest #349
“Today is April thirty-first, you know what that means.” Nile elbowed Ed. “Huh? Huh?”Ed rolled her eyes. “God, you’re annoying. And yes, it’s your day off. Did you invite me up here just to rub it in?”“Whoo-hoo. Bet your ass,” Nile threw her arms up, then flopped onto her back. “And no, I miss my friend.” She said as she stuck her tongue out at Ed.“Whatever.”“Hey, sourpuss, you’re the one who took the office job and decided to work on this glorious holiday.”“Yeah, well, I didn’t think it’d be so boring.” She lay down beside Nile, staring up ...
Weekly Contest #348
“Hi.”Brandon jerked upright in bed. “Who, who’s there?”“You may call me…Um, let’s see… Ed will do. Um, well, seeing everyone already calls me Ed.”“Where are you?” He scanned the room, heart pounding. “I can’t see you…”He swallowed hard. “You’re not real, just a hallucination. I drank too much; that’s it. Yeah… that’s it. I’m hungover.”“No,” Ed said. “I’m very real, I assure you.”Brandon jolted out of bed, flipped on the lights, and grabbed the bat beside the door. “Then where the fuck are you?”“Next to you.”He jumped back and swung at nothin...
Weekly Contest #347
Jenny sat in her living room, cold and unwelcoming.She drew in a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on the dagger resting on the coffee table, golden hilt gleaming, crimson blade dark… hungry.A prize taken from a general of Hell.It had claimed the lives of angels.Her gaze didn’t waver.Would there be room for one more?“Why do you cling to such useless things?”Jenny’s head snapped up.An antlered woman stood beside the mantel.“Who are you?”The woman didn’t answer. She turned instead, trailing her fingers along the wood until they found a small crysta...
Weekly Contest #346
Sparrow sighed. “Morning, please stop.”“Huh?”“Stop. Please.” Sparrow dropped her head onto the counter. “You’re so annoying. Where’s our sister?”Morning smiled. “What? No idea. You don’t like my dancing?”“Hate it. How are we related?”“Um… we have the same mom and dad. Hello.”“Lucky me.”“Nova loves it,” Morning said as she spun past the counter in a graceful pirouette.Sparrow straightened and looked around the room. “Sorry, everyone. My sister is an idiot.”Nova came up behind Morning, grabbed her, spun her around, and dipped her low as Mornin...
Weekly Contest #345
Standing at five-four, Rebecca looked tiny next to the other woman's tall, regal presence.“Thanks for the invite. I’ve never been on a train before,” Rebecca said, doing her best to keep up with the woman along the platform.“I did not realize you needed that cane to walk.”“Huh? Oh, oh, yeah. I was in a car accident when I was fifteen.” She lifted the cane slightly. “Hope it’s not an issue?”“No, no. Not an issue at all. I must say, I admire your courage to travel in your condition.”“Thanks. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be this fuc…u...
Weekly Contest #344
PERSONAL LOG–LT. MAXWELL BIRMINGHAM2 March, 2046 0730 HoursHello, everyone.Don’t really know where to start. Guess I’ll start with today’s date.2 March, 2046. 0730.This is Lieutenant Maxwell Birmingham. But everyone just calls me Max.To be honest, I haven’t journaled since high school. My commander suggested it. Said it might help “process the transition.”I’ve been selected for Project Hercules.Still feels insane saying that out loud.Five thousand applicants. I’m only one of three chosen.I’m one of them.We ship out tomorrow at 0600. Already ...
A shiver ran through Lee as a stiff, icy breeze swept over him. He bolted upright. The tent was dark, lit only by the faint glow of a small kerosene lamp. The usual sounds of the night were gone.“Guards!” he shouted. “Guards!”No response.From the corner of the tent came a low, dull whoosh.Whoosh.Numbness crept over him. He knew that sound.Metal sliding over wood; he wasn’t alone.“Guards!” he shouted again.“They will not come. Nor will any of your other men.”He lurched from his cot and tried to reach the flap of the tent, but hit the ground h...
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