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Weekly Contest #367
Lalo was always too curious for his own good. He spent all his days roaming the woods that surrounded his shack, which he shared with his mama and uncle; even though they repeatedly scolded him for it. They had a fear of the outside and were content to stay within eyesight of their home, lazing about and drinking. Lalo would never be like that.He loved to explore, loved trampling dead leaves, and ripping bark from the trunks of fallen trees. Occasionally, Lalo would find a beetle or worm underneath the bark and would howl at the sky before d...
Weekly Contest #348
Mason hated reporters. He hated how every time he presided over a case that involved the press, his courtroom devolved into a three-ring circus. Hated how, even though he had taken two muscle relaxers, his neck was still stiff from tension and the migraine was creeping its way back. Still, he straightened his posture and, after nodding to the bailiff, he reached for the Rubik’s Cube he kept on his bench as he sat down.He worked the puzzle as the bailiff introduced the case and asked everyone in the courtroom to sit. The satisfying click of t...
Weekly Contest #340
The gnarled, half-packed carcass of my backpack lay sprawled open on my apartment floor. It contained all I dared to take with me, for fear of bringing too much with me would endanger my chance to escape. My eyes, raw and bloodshot, still scanned the shadows for my missing solar charger. Three screens—my TV, cellphone, and laptop—three synthetic voices, three synchronized death signals: Citizen, your confidence score has dropped below twenty-five percent. A priority marking now marks your fugitive status, and they have dispatched agents. Rem...
Weekly Contest #330
Tears formed in Bodie’s vision just as they did on the day Colt was born. Unlike when he was born though, Bodie didn’t wipe these tears away. He couldn’t because his clasped hands shook as he prayed to a God that he didn’t even know if he believed in. A soft knock interrupted Bodie’s prayers, and a portly man appeared in the doorway of the tiny hospital room. Before Bodie could respond, the doctor had pushed into the room and began reviewing Colt’s file. The doctor’s hair, probably once deep black, was now distinguished, unkempt,...
Weekly Contest #329
God, if you are real and help me get out of here alive, I swear I’ll stop watching those sexy clown videos when I’m supposed to be working. I sent my silent prayer to the sky and crossed myself for good measure. Then I hoisted myself up and over through the broken window of a mud room that was connected to the main living quarters of the cult I had narrowly escaped from a month earlier. Kim had already forged ahead after graciously breaking the window with a large rock and was crouched by the door of the mud room waiting for me. ...
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