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Weekly Contest #96
Ginny slept that night, and dreamt of the waking. And that’s why, when she awoke to an empty room, she was not surprised. The others, after all, had their own work to do, and she now had to get to hers. Through the door she went, to the outer, even more shapeless room beyond, and there sat Manley. Manley was dressed as he always was, a simple pair of slacks, a wrinkled, torn, disused baseball jersey over it. No shoes, no socks, and for him, no problem. “You don’t seem surprised to see me, Matheson,” he said, stretched out, hands behind h...
Weekly Contest #92
Even with the tinges of darkness, the day shone brightly in Fergal O’Reilly’s eyes. Indeed and in fact, he had come to see the silver linings much easier this way. His usual morning was underway, and it involved the kind of things other people would see as punishment. A five mile run, followed by two hours of lifting weights and, a newish addition to the routine, that odd cross training stuff with the tires and the ropes and all. He himself didn’t quite grasp it, but it did seem to help with his quickness and stamina in the ring, so there...
Weekly Contest #91
Looking for cover led to finding adventure by accident, which led to finding a way out on purpose. The first thing Bea did after her escape was try to find a place, a place to think, to hide, to regroup. The back door lock of the library proved no challenge, much like most locks in unguarded places wouldn’t. She slipped in, hoping her slight form led to an unnoticed exit. In the dark building, she found a place to hide, the end of a dark, long aisle of books. Even when not trying to elude lunatics, books held no special appeal for her, but...
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