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Weekly Contest #99
I, Martha Jae, am leaving this place today. I have waited six long years, but today I am leaving. Breakfast was cold porridge and dry toast with a glass of water. Just like every day for the last six years. The last 2,190 breakfasts have been exactly the same. It was warm already. The thermostat by the table where I ate said 82 already at seven-thirty in the morning. The summer humidity in June in North Carolina filled the air and weighed everything down. It was the time of year when everything fel...
Weekly Contest #98
I stood there only able to stare out at the vast orange valley. How did I get here? One minute I was standing at the end of Duncan Street looking at the message board outside of the Baptist Church. Sometimes there were jobs posted there that I can do. Things like cleaning or babysitting. Anything to make some pocket money. Anything to get away from home. Well, what was left of home anyway. A year ago my mama died. She had a brain tumor and had been sick for a while. I didn’t take my good-for-nothing da...
Weekly Contest #97
The darkness creeping in through the open window threatened to overtake the small room Lux was sitting in. She could see the fire burning from where she sat next to the old grandfather clock that chimed two o’clock. The fire meant the task had already been completed. There would be nothing left to find tomorrow. The only thing left to figure out now was whether she was a widow or not. Peace Wood Hollow, the town just five miles up the road, would be full tomorrow with gawkers trying to figure out who had been chosen. ...
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