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Weekly Contest #159
Hiking in a three-piece suit wasn’t one of Elena’s best ideas but the city had felt all too imposing after another day of judgmental stares and prying questions. She’d meant to go home and spend the evening the way she’d spent the last three. Bundled up on her couch in a too cold apartment, searching for jobs with the eviction notice glaring at her from the coffee table. Instead, she found herself trekking up the side of the mountain, cursing under her breath at the way the moist air and cheap polyester suit clung to her skin. She’d long s...
Weekly Contest #85
Music trickled through the closed windows, soft and jovial as the party-goers danced the night away. On the balcony, separated from the ball by ornate glass doors, Eliza pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Half-empty and abandoned, her goblet stood forgotten on the stone wall overlooking the grounds. Behind her, the French doors were pushed open and the butler joined her. He wasn't much older than her yet he bowed, low and respectful. "Milady," he said. "Please, it is cold tonight, come inside." "In a moment, Braeden." Eliza...
Weekly Contest #79
Old wood, tobacco and liquor were all scents Ceara associated with home, alongside the jeers and catcalls of the men gathered around the densely packed tables. Familiar or not though, they still made her nose wrinkle in disgust. She kept her head down, hiding her grimace beneath her hood as she crossed the tavern to the bar. Rapping twice on the countertop as she passed, Ceara met the eye of the tall barkeep and jerked her chin toward the back. She didn't wait to make sure he followed. In the quiet of the storeroom, she discarded her cloak w...
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