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Weekly Contest #367
The floor tasted like chalk, woody ash, and whatever other secrets hid within it. A taste I've become shockingly familiar with over the years. My knees would be riddled with splinters from these dry-rotted planks if it weren't for my sturdy cargo pants. A sweep of my hand over the old floorboards releases a puff of dust and leaves a thick film of dirt and sand on my palm. "It must've been one hell of a storm to knock this place out," I remark, scanning the room one last time before rummaging through my duffle. "How long do you think i...
Weekly Contest #333
“Oh crap, crap, crap!” I had turned around for two seconds to grab the bag of onions when the smell of burning cut through the kitchen. The once soft simmer of the pot had quickly erupted into a harsh hiss in that short moment. In a moment of panic, my bare hand meets the metal handle. An action that I immediately regretted when the heat and pain hit me like a freight train. I pull my hand away as I grip it tight with the other, and double over with a frustrated groan. The burning smell comes soon after. Is that from the pasta still on the s...
Weekly Contest #310
Marksville, Texas1996 Being a librarian is not the most glamorous of jobs, but in a town like Marksville, there aren’t many options. Each day is almost exactly the same, and today would be no exception. I’ve grabbed my just okay coffee, and I can already see the little brick building in the distance. Setting my belongings down at my desk, I begin preparing everything before the first customers arrive. “Mornin’, Moira!” A boisterous voice calls out from the back room. There is only one other person who would be here earlier than I. “Hey ...
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