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Weekly Contest #353
A little boy with brown hair and freckles taps on the glass. "Mommy, look! A purple fish!" "That's not a fish, sweetheart," the mother says, leaning towards the glass. "That's a mermaid. A beautiful one. They must have had a lucky catch." My magenta tail shimmers beneath the fluorescent lights as I twirl around a statue of Lorelei, a popular mermaid who performed at the Blue Lagoon. This is my life. Everything I know—entertaining visitors behind glass. At least that's what they tell me. The crowd hollers and cheers as I swim up to the glass,...
Weekly Contest #350
“Right, just keep on driving. Don’t mind the flaring lights and the man screaming into the cone,” the cop yelled through the megaphone. My eyes flick to my rear-view mirror to see a cop practically sniffing my bumper. Who knows? With that nose, he might as well have been. I slam my emergency lights on, and my car skids to the side of the road. I flip open my vanity mirror and fix my curls. “License and registration,” the cop demands before my window can fully slide down. “Hello, officer!” I plaster on the biggest smile I can manage. “...
Weekly Contest #349
I have five rounds in my magazine, which is not ideal when a horde of zombies is tearing into my makeshift gondola fort. The shrieking combined with the pounding of metal echoes throughout the store. I pat down my gun belt in hopes of finding a spare magazine, but it's like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. Useless. An assault rifle mag-dumps—and I freeze. I didn’t think it was possible to hear that sound come from any other weapon than mine. Not long after, low guttural groans and dull bodies hit the floor. Silence. Then—footsteps....
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