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Weekly Contest #360
TW: Mental health, infertility Laura strode past her husband as he worked on his putting on the large green mat in the living room. He barely looked up, his focus entirely on the US Open blasting from the TV. It filled the high-ceilinged, empty halls with soft claps, calm commentary, and the chirping of birds (the ones Jack always joked were "piped in.") She guarded the pharmacy bag with her body, though she needn't have bothered; she could rarely rip his attention away from the game, and certainly not this week.She continued into the immacu...
Weekly Contest #357
The magnificent socks, fully marinated in fresh, salty sweat from Mom’s afternoon pickle ball match in the Florida summer, prevented Pete from being able to fully close his muzzle. Still, he ran as fast as his short legs could carry him to the far corner of the yard where Mom wouldn’t see him digging a hole. Approaching the graveyard of socks he had previously exterminated, all nestled beneath the canopy of the elephant ear plants, he grinned with pride. Another heist executed flawlessly. Quickly, he inventoried his previous scores. Over twe...
It was the height of summer, and the height of pre-show chaos. Hairspray and mosquito repellent clung to the humid afternoon air as the Custer County Community Theatre prepared for its annual Shakespeare in the Park. Jonas plugged his headphones into his ears, letting the strings of Coldplay’s Viva La Vida wash over him. He was completely ready, but he stayed still, watching the other stagehands hum past like frantic bees. Around him, actors paced, frantically recalling their blocking.He paused to once again inventory the black folding table...
Weekly Contest #356
A ribbon of cherry, lime, and sugar laced the air, weaving together with the scent of three golden and flaky pie crusts resting on the kitchen island. Holly spun from the stove, her apron crusted with layers of flour and sugar. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, the sticky Alabama humidity had crept into the small bungalow she called home and clung to the warm air generated by the oven, weighing on her lungs with every breath. She drew her forearm across her forehead, refusing to concede to the perspiration cloying to escape her s...
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