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Weekly Contest #50
“Do you remember…” Aline trailed off, running her sun spotted hand across the worn wood of the treehouse. It was soft with deep ridges. Each ridge reminded her of another time. Her curly red hair hung limply down in front of her shoulders and she brushed it behind her before reaching a hand back out to the wood. Her finger hit the hand carved initials. TB + AG. Her heart ached as she traced Tristan’s initials. Tristan Boreas and Aline Garcon. How young and naïve they had been. “Do I remember what?” The voice was husky and soft, whispered in...
Weekly Contest #49
Alaric sat on a hard stone park bench across from an old man. He'd never seen the man before when he roamed the park and Alaric roamed the park often enough to recognize regulars. Like the woman who walked her beagle while wearing heels every night like clockwork. He hadn't seen her this night but had shrugged it off to greedily accept the old man's offer of a game. Alaric hadn't had real friends in years, perhaps in his whole life, and actual companionship in his position was so hard to come by that he had never willingly passed it up. So ...
Weekly Contest #48
“Get out of the way,” a voice snarled behind me. Stronger than average arms swung out from behind me and pushed me into the lockers on my right. I collided with a smack, followed by laughter. I held myself pressed against the lockers, my eyes slammed shut, and waited for the telltale signs that Becky had started walking away. When I didn’t hear any footsteps, I pried open one eye to see Becky’s face inches from mine. “Shit,” I muttered, take a step backward and opening my other eye. “Shit is right, little sis,” she replied, slamming her ha...
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