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Weekly Contest #41
“PULL OVER!” The sheriff’s car raced down the road in hot pursuit, dust spouting up behind it. The whining siren and flaring headlights savagely beat the night into submission. The wheels screeched, and the stench of crying brakes filled the small car. Sheriff Rod Stern rolled down his windows to feel the cool of the evening rush in. He veered a sharp left with the road, and the man in the gray sedan in front of him had some difficulty but maintained his distance. The sheriff spun into the curve hard, and his Great Dane, Snout, yelped, as he...
Weekly Contest #29
Effortlessly, with one final brush stroke, his greatest masterpiece yet was complete. The sun spilled its most resplendent colors over the edge of the Great Desert, most prominently a deep shade of red. A wide smile cracked his face, as he admired his work. The dark fell fast, so he grabbed his work and scuttled back home, skating across the sand. When he had reached it, the moonlight illuminated his home. A glow flickered from inside, and he could hear his wife, Georgette, idly talking at their son, Ernie. “How’d it go, my dear?” asked Geor...
Weekly Contest #27
“Murder!” The word pierced the loud machinery of the train and echoed into everyone’s ears. Within seconds, the narrow hallways flooded with the passengers pouring out of their rooms. Even Princess Johanna was crowding the space with her wheelchair and servant Claudia Razorbill. Claudia was on her quarter life, but her wrinkles from years of hard labor masked that. She hid behind her lady who rather resembled a decorated prune with a white veil over her face. At the end of the...
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