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Weekly Contest #359
The world can be a dumb place; no one knew this more than Jane as she was gasping from exhaustion from stomping a man to death. The idea of a war that happens make no sense to her. Why have a war of attrition? But then again, she was kinda born into this. She had murdered by an older woman named Lana and she had for the past few lives, but that is the nature of this world. Everything is crumbling and few within it has anything stable to cling onto, one of the few materials that wouldn’t at once disintegrate was objects made from human remain...
The Advent Children Three young mice were chomping on a dead rat with gusto; it would have made Carol disgusted if she were not wishing she had something to eat as well. The young Carol looked at her arm’s appearance, with its yellow skin with bluish blemishes. She was disgusted and felt her lunch try to escape her month. She cannot remember when she last felt the cool night air, it had just been sunny days with no wind for months. All the plants show a similar withering that the people’s cracked skin. The cracks were disgusting to look at...
Weekly Contest #357
Robert Renalds was ill-fitted for the job. He knows it, she knows it and the world will soon know it. But that has been happening for the past few months. He remembered that he was a kid, he wanted to be a hero. But that passion died after the festival that happened a decade ago. The willful man worked the assembly line with a gusto that didn’t seem to fit with the atmosphere of the factory. But the man wouldn’t stop as he was fighting an internal battle that no one else did but the floor manager could see. But even he didn’t intervene with ...
Weekly Contest #209
The chefs were being run ragged from fulfilling the orders that the servers kept bringing in. The hectic environment was a clear sign that no one in the kitchen staff was ready for the lunch rush: the loud banging, the immense heat from the fires coming from the stovetops. The questioning looks directed at the dishwashers that they needed to speed up as the cooks were running out of plates and the servers constantly demanded utensils. The dishwasher station was overwhelmed by the wave of used containers, and the piles on the racks were in da...
Weekly Contest #206
The Reverend Potter’s and the victims The dark night was cold and distant in the Luxe desert with only the purple flames from the factory vents being the only visible signs of heat, it feels like a rising uptake of the nightly warrens. A damnable ritual that takes the luck from people you truly hated, a nightly sight these days. The issue with hate is that it makes no sense, and it has both an inferiority and superiority complex. Hate comes from a fear of someone better will come along and ruin the myth of hate’s inherent superiority. T...
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