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Weekly Contest #77
I hadn’t seen the snow in years. In fact, I hadn’t been anywhere this cold in a long time. Though, this year, I finally came back. Looking out the window, the snow was fluttering down, gracefully and delicately. Mesmerizing. Beautiful. I blinked a few times, almost forgetting why I was here. I slowly got up and glanced around again. I was in a small boring house that I still owned, though it didn’t feel like it was mine. The exterior was rarely seen, as there were no neighbors nearby. The inside though, the inside used to be warmth, ...
Weekly Contest #72
At first, Technology was young. It was Humanity's creation, and it was Humanity who nourished it, Humanity who gave it everything they knew. In the beginning, Humanity had Technology under their control. But slowly, Technology grew. Then grew more. And more. Technology grew too powerful. But it was too late when Humanity realized what they had made. Humanity was greedy and selfish, they tried to take back everything they gave. Humanity needed to destroy Technology, but they were already out-powered. Humanity was ruining themself, and Technol...
Weekly Contest #71
“Why did Grandma not leave behind a recipe?” I shouted in frustration. “Maeve, will you be quiet? It was your choice to bake them.” My older sister Meghan rolled her eyes. She was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, periodically glancing up from her phone to say something that wasn’t remotely helpful. She was wearing a sweater and pajama pants, even though it was late in the afternoon already. Her long brown hair was falling over her shoulders, and dark circles were painted under her eyes. There had been a rainstorm that starte...
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