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Weekly Contest #96
The new guest at the local bed & breakfast was what everyone was talking about that sunny weekend morning. Mystery still surrounded the story, as it was being told and retold by each resident of the small fishing village, Clovelly. The talk of the morning at the café on the high street was all about this new stranger. Who she was, where she came from, and what she was doing here. Edith heard many versions of the same story while serving tea and home-made sandwiches to the locals. She had been working at the café since she was a young w...
Weekly Contest #93
Michael stepped away from the bar with the two bottles of beer he just overpaid for. He expected to be greeted by Alec as soon as he turned, but his friend was nowhere to be seen. Michael started drinking his beer and approached the security staff at the side of the bar. “Hi mate, did you see the guy I was with? Big guy, blonde hair, a beard?” “I did, yes,'' the bouncer responded in a perfect southern English accent. That was unexpected for Michael but he paid it no mind. “A group of VIP guests stopped by, and offered him a ticke...
Weekly Contest #89
“Thank you all for joining us on such an important day. I’m so glad we made it to today, this took a lot more planning than I can put into words - mainly ‘cause my lovely bride did all of it”. The room filled with laughter, the kind you do out of pity for a bad joke. “I am incredibly happy to call her my bride, and from today on, my wife.” Emma could feel her eyes filling up and watched a tear land on her pastel pink dress. She quickly covered it with her bouquet and tried to keep herself from crying. It didn’t matter to anyone in the room...
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