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Weekly Contest #362
Zane Stillman threw open the driver’s side door of his 2004 Acura MDX. Growling curses, he sat his 300-pound frame onto the worn-down leather of its driver’s seat.“MOTHER F-As soon as he slammed the door behind him, he had to stop a punch he threw at the steering wheel. Straining, he held back a scream that would’ve been an incoherent expletive filled roar.His sore body tensed, he rocked back and forth in the driver’s seat; his paint covered hands twisted into trembling, animalistic claws.Zane Stillman had always had an issue with his temper...
Weekly Contest #359
-over. Repeat, this is Home Base, anyone still alive out there respond, over. Repeat- Flanders Taggart stirred where he lay, the metallic voice pulled him from the brink. His eyes shot open, registering a world that was half cloudy sand and half clear blue, sunlit sky. He was wet and shivering; the skin under his soaking drysuit was clammy and damp with moisture. Through a groggy malaise, he heard the steady rushing whoosh of crashing waves someplace behind him above the rapid thudding of his heart.He was on a beach, that much was clear.What...
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Tomorrow isn’t Promised The Red Pine Section of Oak HeightsThe Newnan ResidenceJuly 18, 202611:41 PMCHAD TANNER!?! Son of a-Bryce Newnan reclined on his back porch’s new hammock. He’d quit smoking years ago, but good God did he want a cigarette now. A scene of striking night played out in front of him. He could just make out the dark silhouettes of frogs sitting on lily pads in Red Pine Lake. Their small bodies expanded, ballooning up in that strange way, before belching out loud ribbits and satisfied croaks afterward. Invisible owls shot ou...
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