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Weekly Contest #86
Every morning, at exactly five am, when the gardener wakes up, he looks out his window and takes a quick peek at the garden in the playground. Once he’s sure that no stray cat or dog may have sneaked in during the night; or if the the last night’s storm hasn’t ruined any of the flowers, then he will smile and have breakfast. On the odd days that the pots or flower petals lay scattered on the ground however, he will immediately get dress-put on his old red overalls, black boots and his gray cap, and will immediately go out to fix the garden b...
Weekly Contest #79
Natalia and Natasha were brought in the orphanage when they were a few hours old. They were lying side by side in one huge basket with name tags inside their blankets. The staffs used to think their mother was a daughter of a high public official who went abroad and was never seen in the town again after a rumor that her boyfriend got her pregnant and left her for another rich daughter of a military official. They even googled a picture of her. And as the twins’ facial features developed, were more convinced that the babies look more lik...
Weekly Contest #77
She began having these strange dreams.It started a few weeks ago. They were mostly just a blur and she forgot almost all of it every time she wakes up. But lately, they’re becoming more and more vivid in her mind. Unfortunately, hard as she tried, Heather just couldn’t remember what the dreams were about exactly. She could only make out one or two images. A hand. A sunny cloud. That was it.Heather was sure of only one thing though- they were all connected.“Are you ready to leave?” Mike, her boyfriend of five years, asked sweetly. He stood in...
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