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Weekly Contest #292
The gift paper around the potted tulips crinkled in Eva’s trembling hands. The door looked just as it had the day she’d left for good, though the glossy red paint looked aged, somehow, even though she’d been gone just four years. An austere door knocker – a relic from a German grandfather she’d never met – stared back at her through leonine eyes. The imposing gray brick townhouse loomed above the wet Seattle streets. The windows stared blankly out over the city park, where several families with young children braved the rain to spend time t...
Weekly Contest #280
9:15 pm. “Should we serve dinner now, sir?” Dr. Franz Metzger ignored his butler, losing himself instead in the Argentinian tango that wove like silk through the crowded banquet hall. Quivering guitar notes dipped alongside mellow accordion song, the two instruments weaving in and out in a seductive dance. Franz Metzger’s gnarled hands tapped against his wheelchair’s polished armrests. For a moment, the black and gold ballroom vanished, and he was transported back to the days of his youth – when he’d floated across the dance floor as a bl...
Weekly Contest #278
The letter arrived simply enough. Just another standard, white, legal-sized envelope folded among bills and flyers advertising the new grocery store in the center of town. Noah picked up the mail as he always did, eager to bid the stresses of work goodbye for the day and spend the evening with his wife and daughters. The smell of baked chicken greeted Noah as he walked in the door. Toys and craft supplies littered the living room floor, and the laughter of you...
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