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Weekly Contest #354
Ximena danced among the stars, holding their outstretched limbs like hands and swirling to the rhythm of a hailstorm. Just outside the square building, a mass of black fell from the sky. The building was constructed so the sound of the environment interacted with it. Slight curves of the building inside and out whistled somber tunes. “Missing something?” Margaret asked. Ximena smiled, and the solid mask on her face lit up around the edges. “No, just enjoying the atmosphere.” Ximena smiled. A perfect tinkle of chimes escaped Marga...
Weekly Contest #269
Snow spun through the air, streaks of white blurring his vision. A dash of red meant he was close by to Sarah. A pain at the back of his neck hinted at his slouch. Anytime he’d try to stand the wind would push him back down and all the strength was going to his legs, so he kept going up the mountain. “On a hot summer day, what flavor of ice cream would you choose?” Tom asked, his voice hoarse. She didn’t slow. She’d prepared for this hike for months with diligence. First it was the yoga club, th...
Weekly Contest #266
The autumn wind shifted, bringing the smell of rain. “Is she here yet?” Mustafa asked. He fidgeted with his hands. Thomas knew he was itching for his pencil. “Why, are you nervous? I’m the one who’s got to talk to her. You’re just moral support” Thomas said. He put on a quick smile and smacked Mustafa on the back. But it was ...
Weekly Contest #263
He looked down at his hands, the red sheen no longer surrounding them like a glove. He breathed in deep, ragged breaths. Smoke choked his lungs and burned his throat. He felt snot drip down his nose. That’d never happened before. “Done yet? Or is this another one of your acts?” A figure walking on a platform of ice glared down at him. He had to crane his neck up to look at the woman. He’d never actually seen her from this angle. Her eyes peered down at him like bitter stars, her sneer somehow mo...
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