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Weekly Contest #315
Laura paced backstage as the presenter continued speaking. She struggled to focus on his words though. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, almost drowning out the presenter’s voice. “It's my honour to present tonight’s winner for Best Innovation in Artificial Intelligence,” the presenter said with a plastic smile. Laura paid him little attention as he began listing off the achievements of her app. She hated public speaking. It made her sick. So did speaking to people at all. It was why she’d designed Charmer in the first place. “Charmer has ...
Weekly Contest #294
Nothing lasts forever. Darcy Tanner reminded herself of this universal truth as she approached the ship that was docked at the end of the pier. With combined nervousness and excitement, she felt ready to see her life in England come to an end as she set sail for a new world, for a new life. After her marriage ended, her husband running off with the housemaid, and her career as an artist became overshadowed by the scandal, Darcy knew her time in England was done. Despite these hardships, Darcy felt as though the universe itself was ...
Shortlisted for Contest #287 ⭐️
Tristan stirred the sickly green tea in his mug, watching the bag bob up and down in murky suspension. He took a sip, cringed, and grunted in disgust. Far from being satisfying, he thought it tasted like wet grass and regret. He sighed and left the break room, entering the office corridor and pressing the elevator button with the same tired resignation he’d applied to his third cup that morning. The mirrored elevator doors reflected a man worn thin - tired eyes, and a mouth set in a permanent downturn. He tried not to loo...
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