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Weekly Contest #359
The last time I’d been in Claire Taylor’s house it had been ten years ago and it had been her seventh birthday. I didn’t speak to her for the entire afternoon because she was a girl. You’d think the house would feel smaller now I was a teenager, but that wasn’t the case. I suppose in the hazy memories I have of the place it was crowded with people – the whole year group had been invited. Whereas now it was just me and her in the house, and every footstep on the bare wood floors echoed about the empty rooms. Claire pushed open the door to her...
Weekly Contest #358
Charlie Hendriksson’s left hook slams into the side of my head and sends my world spinning.If he’d aimed the follow-up at my head then I reckon I’d have been down for the count, but mercifully he opts for a blow to my ribs instead which merely knocks the wind from me.My vision is too blurry to see what’s going on, but I’m sure the finishing shot was just about to fall when the bell goes, signalling the end of the round. I can just make out the hazy image of Charlie retreating to his corner. He’s a lot of things – mouthy, a roid user and enti...
Weekly Contest #344
Eric was just drifting off to sleep when he heard the mysterious sound. He sat bolt-upright in bed, suddenly awake. There had been no mistaking it. The sound of the creaky kitchen floorboard. And now, as he strained to listen over the pounding of his heartbeat, cupboard doors slamming. Someone was downstairs in the house, most likely ransacking the place for valuables. Unconsciously, Eric pulled the duvet up around him. His first thought was to drag something heavy across the bedroom door and wait for the intruder to leave. If he’d had his...
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