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Weekly Contest #24
Andrea was tying her hair up in a bun when Oliver came into the room. They two of them had been stationed here together for almost three months now, but they still hadn’t quite gotten used to each other. Andrea Stanford, better known as Andy, was a short, plump woman who took her work extremely seriously. She was in the army for a couple of years, earning herself a few promotions, before being recruited by NASA to train for this assignment. They had been tasked with an important mission, to find and document evidence of life on Mars, and ...
Weekly Contest #23
The snow cascaded down, covering each building in a shiny white. It deafened the noises of the city, making everything appear calm and quiet, even if it was only for a few hours. I sat on my window sill and smiled. “God, I love the snow,” I sighed. “It’s so beautiful. Isn’t this beautiful?” “Gorgeous, darling,” Anna said without looking up from her book. “Don’t you just love the snow?” I stood, making my way over to the kitchen. “Ever since I was a kid, it was my favorite. People can have all the sunny days they want, I just want one ...
Kidneys, check. Liver, check. Lungs, check. And brain, check. I closed the freezer and smiled at my collection. It was getting pretty impressive. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t complete, but it wasn’t too shabby. And tonight was the night I could finally finish it. New Year’s Eve. People were never paying attention tonight. Jesus, it was almost scary how easy it was. The only day it could be as easy would maybe be Fourth of July, but that’s not tradition. On New Year’s, people let their guards down. They’re huddled for hours in Times Square, ...
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