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Weekly Contest #311
A shiver. Vera looked down at her hand-painted floral-decorated plate; only the crumbs of the short-crust pastry of the apple pie remained. She brought her fingertip to her tongue and, after licking it, pressed it into the remnants of her dessert, capturing them, not wanting to waste. She settled into her rocking chair. “Another summer gone, Sylvia,” she said. “Do you remember when we would drive up to Clara’s cabin mid-winter, when we made that makeshift sauna, where it was so smoky…” “Yes, we ended up staggering out and collapsing in the s...
Weekly Contest #310
It was a murder. Stocky with a strikingly black appearance, their attributes were typically glossy and slightly iridescent, sometimes showing hints of purple or green in the bright light. Their eyes, a series of pale irises with a subtle blue eye-ring, stared down at them. “I sense they are watching me,” she said, her youthful features downcast, her fine long blond hair tucked behind her ear. “What’s the logic in calling a collection of crows a murder?” I asked. “Because as a collective they appear ill-omened?” Her choice of words. “Crows a...
Weekly Contest #308
I am not scared. Not of what is out there, as that is unknown. I can speculate, sure, but fully grasp, really understand, no. But I am scared. I am scared of the returning. Of what I’m going to find. This farm life is all I’ve ever experienced. What I feel. What I love. I stare out at this landscape, its vastness, sun-scorched and arid, and there is an affiliation from growing up here. Childhood play and working the land. And in the new landscapes, across the seas, what could be my emotional response? Will there be a connection? An adjustmen...
Weekly Contest #307
Boundless The glow, eerily seeping and persisted, still haunted the space even after these years. For Helena, the faint luminescence and the multitude of tiny lights from the rows of computers were unsettling-not alive, something else, another realm. Beyond. The chairs straight-backed sat stationed beneath the desks, and the banks of computer screens seemed simply asleep. Above, lining the walls, the portraits appeared far more stern, without fun. Outside, bitter hail hammered against the towering stain-glass windows that usually welcomed ge...
Weekly Contest #303
I didn’t have a choice. No, you wait. I tried really hard, really hard, yet it was impossible. I get the whole complex interplay argument. This is something I’ve researched, you know. Our genetics are the same, same upbringing and, except for later in life, relatively the same life experiences. This weakens the case espousing the moulding of genetic tendencies, don’t you think? Brain structure, you say? The networks connecting the frontal, temporal, and parietal lobes, as well as regions like the hippocampus, all play vital roles in reasoni...
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