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Weekly Contest #337
The village elders decreed that the settlement must expand eastward before winter, and Taran’s family had drawn the duty of carving into the ancient hillside.“Over here, Mira,” he called.His daughter scrambled across the rocky ground toward him. Her small form moved with surprising confidence for one so young, navigating the uneven terrain with instinctive grace.“Father, look how deep Oren’s team has gone already,” she said, pointing toward her brother’s excavation.Taran nodded. “The ground is softer there. We’ve struck something hard here. ...
Weekly Contest #334
At dusk they brought the boy to the square.He was eight years old, dark-haired and small for his age. His mother walked beside him with her hand on his shoulder. His father followed just behind, looking straight ahead.The rest of the village had already gathered around the wheel. Oak and iron, taller than any man, with a single length of white string, as thick as the boy’s wrist, wound tight around the huge drum. No one spoke. They had all been here before.His mother knelt and pulled him close. She pressed her mouth to his hair and whispered...
Weekly Contest #329
Seven years.It had taken seven years to build the bunker beneath his modest suburban home. It had taken seven years to prepare for the end of the world.It had also taken his savings, his marriage, and most of his waking thoughts. His ex-wife had said he was digging his own grave in the basement. His neighbours simply referred to it as his strange hobby, a charitable term for what they really thought: that Morgan Ellis was unhinged, though harmless.But Morgan knew better. The world was a house of cards, and unlike his ignorant neighbours, he ...
Weekly Contest #328
James stumbled into the kitchen, scratching his left arse cheek and yawning.“Don't even think about it, Jim.”His hand stopped halfway to the kettle. “Think about what?”“Putting the kettle on,” the voice said. “I told you yesterday, but you didn't listen.”“It's too bloody early for your crap. I just need a cup of tea to get me going.”“Well, maybe you should've bought some milk then.”“What?”“I told you yesterday that we were out. I told you twice.”“FUCK!”James left the room, muttering to himself. The fridge sighed.“You did tell him twice. I re...
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