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Weekly Contest #263
The rattling of metal on metal shook my skull as the car passed over my head. Screams of joy filled the air as the cart climbed to monumental heights and then dropped throwing the passengers back into their seats. My stomach flipped just watching the cart speed along the rail. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and a chill ran down my spine even as I stood there sweating in the summer heat.“I can’t do this.” I turned to make a not-so-elegant exit.“Sis.” My younger brother looked at me with knowing eyes. There would be no excuse for...
Weekly Contest #262
The dance floor of the club was sweltering. Sweat dripped from Megan’s hair like rain as her hips swayed to the rhythm of the live band. She was enjoying herself for the first time in a long while. Megan closed her eyes and let the beat take her. Her hips moved and the stress was beginning to melt away. She no longer cared that her pants were so snug she had to lay on the bed to zip them up or that she ate a candy bar for lunch instead of a salad. The music made her feel free.A hand slid along her hip and around her plump waist. She was pull...
Weekly Contest #259
The poker run was a huge success. The bar was a sea of leather and ink. The local MC, The Iron Warriors, had always brought in good business but the poker runs made the year. Judging by the number of times the cooler had been restocked, the drink sales from this run alone would support her family for at least three months. Kat’s dad would be happier than a bear with a jar of honey.A pang of jealousy stabbed Kat in the heart as she looked at the claimed women in the group. She would never wear a patch. She was too big and wrapped ...
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