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Weekly Contest #103
The briefcase was cold in his hand. It was like the cold that brushed his shoulders as he stepped outside. A cold night, a lucid moon, heaven’s eyes shone in the black as a divine watchful mother surveying her children-the stars. The shades of glasses were like fathomless pits, the empty pits of the moon. It had seen too much. It reflected the ever streams of silver light as he swiftly vanished from her sight. A smudged dark blur. “Order! Order!” The hammer in one fist and the ri...
Weekly Contest #95
as soon as Mistress opened the door, I was greeted by a man. he was quite plump and chubby, his tie pinching the overlapping skin of this neck. Mistress jumped, her eyes darting from side to side. she obviously looked exasperated. the man standing beside her was too. a reel of sweat climbing down his forehead. mistress swallowed, giving me a fraudulent smile. "Ah, Amanda! you're early" she stammered, her pupils dodging around the room. my dark eyes were fixated on the man. "Who is this?" I mumbled, quite sharply, ey...
Weekly Contest #94
The man in the grey fedora was there again, a blackened Mackintosh slung over his shoulders. His burnished bronze eyes shone in the blistering darkness as the disrupting rays of disco lights shone on the patches for his skin. The man, slowly, pulled his eyes away from the prying eyes. He had to complete his mission after all. The burner phone’s ringtone drowned under the music of the roaring disco. The man pulled it out and pressed it against his ear. The voice over the burner phone monotonous and dreary, a formal slur ...
Weekly Contest #92
Adrenaline coursed through her veins as each thigh thrust forward through the smoldered grass, that had become grey through the merciless darkness of Ferlik's flames.she quickened her pace as the sweltering bullets from her forehead rushed onto her face. she took a quick, desperate look over her shoulder as she rushed to the edge of the forest. her eyes shimmered in fear.the flickers were coming closer. they stalked behind her; their voices hammering in her ears.she tripped over the knots of twisted skirts. the ground echoed through her frai...
Weekly Contest #91
"you women always making noise in the library! you want to steal my books, eh? you want to steal my books?"baba Rodney's library was a shed but it didn't look like a shed.it was more like metallic shafts balancing together with stuffed dampened booksinside, a large wooden plank used to cover them from the rain."We weren't stealing books, now. nor were we makingnoise" Peninnah complained, hugging her plastic bag of borrowed textbooks.the old man didn't look convinced. there were only three tablesin his library and 12 chairs. he'll be able to ...
Weekly Contest #90
I unfurled the rough beef sandwich. I felt the crust with my finger. it was cold. the way I liked it. I sniffed the bread. the beef aroma filled my nostrils. it smelt terribly of home. and mama. tears started to bubble in my eyes. "are you ok?"it was a boy two seats behind me. he had a sticky finger up his nose while sucking his upper lip. he seemed to be eyeing up my beef sandwich."go away" I hissed, hugging my beef sandwich of home."no need to be like that"the boy pulled out his finger from his nose and wiped it, luxuriously, on a gir...
Weekly Contest #89
27 years and I've never eaten rice. or cherries. or Starbucks. I have 543 brands I don't eat from anymore. but I chose these ones because they were the top three.I'm anorexic, congratulations to you if you guessed right because you get to eat the pasta I'm trying to eat right now, from Brilla, which is No.67 on my brands-that-i-shouldn't-eat-from-list. being anorexic is boring and wet. literally. (it hasn't stopped raining since last week). I'm trying to eat more but I just can't.my doctor says to try harder.my therapist says to try harder.m...
Weekly Contest #88
"them whities don't know what they're doin'"the man looked up from his book."you shouldn't call anyone that, ma Gracie"the old woman swung the rolling pin at him."I can call them all I like! first, they kill George Floyd. then they take my Bessie's Ronny? God help him in tha' prison!""I pray for him night and day. ever since rosa parks sat on tha' bus" the old man said, rattling his stick.a boy ran into the kitchen, he propped his school bag on the counter.the man placed the book beside him."How was school, joey?" he asked."school was fine, ...
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