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Weekly Contest #210
“Do you want to try and stand on the paddle board, Deacon?” The plump lady in a wetsuit cooed like I was an infant. I was seventeen and every summer since I was ten years old, my mother would ship me off to what she called ‘the retreat’. She believed that attending this activity packed vacation, getting away from the city smog and spending time with people who faced similar challenges to me, would somehow be beneficial and therapeutic. She couldn’t be more wrong. I hated this place and everyone in it.“Come on Deacon, give it a go,” she becko...
“Are you going to eat that?” My brother asked from beside me, his giant hands already bringing my untouched plate towards him. Wagyu beef was usually my favourite but today the sweet coconut-like aroma turned my stomach, making me feel nauseous. We were attending yet another dinner dance. As the obedient and ‘perfect’ daughter of Mayor Wetherton it was expected that I would attend. Unlike my brother, I despised these dinner dances and would rather poke my eyes out with a fork than engage in one more conversation with a stuck up aristocrat wh...
Weekly Contest #206
Her screams, her earth shattering screams tore through the building, jolting Violet wide awake. It took her only a moment to realise the source of those screams. It was happening again. It had been six months since the last time it had happened. Wrapping her chiffon nightgown around herself, Violet sprinted down the dimly lit hallway until she reached her daughters bedroom and flung open the door with a bang. Mia’s eyes were firmly shut. She was still fast asleep in the large four poster ‘princess’ bed that made her look every bit of t...
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