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Weekly Contest #296
Dr. Linden’s hands shook slightly as she scrubbed them with soap. She counted a full two minutes, then turned off the tap, dried her hands and looked in the mirror above the sink. A light layer of makeup concealed the red splotches on her pale skin, but her eyes were still puffy. Steel blue, eyes that her interns would describe as intimidating, and were now rimmed with red, only brought down slightly with eye drops. She was a doctor, Dr. Linden reminded herself. It was her job to hold it together for the sake of her patient. Whatever she ma...
Weekly Contest #227
The icy air of the Montreal winter beats against my skin, a stark contrast to the warm car. It is almost sunset and close to minus fifteen degrees, supposed to feel like minus twenty-five with wind chill. My thin sweater and leggings do not do much to block the frigid air, but I am wearing heavy boots and thick mittens. Hypothermia, not frostbite, that is my goal. An easy death. I have heard that hypothermia is one of the better ways to go. You supposedly grow number and more disoriented until eventually losing consciousness. I walk over t...
“Excuse me.” He tentatively walked over. “Alina?” She looked up with a polite smile. “Oh, hey. Cruz?” He nodded. “Nice meeting you.” They walked side by side to the cafe. “So Cruz, is that your first name or your last name?” Alina asked. She was a petite young woman, blonde hair slightly lighter than her profile pictures, dressed in a casual sundress and sandals. “Last name,” he said. “Is that a military thing, or do your friends use it?” she asked. Cruz shrugged. He was an athletic man, with dark hair and tanned skin. “I was never in the ...
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