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Weekly Contest #296
Her eyelashes were crisscrossed. The dark roots and tiny mink hairs had been knotted and glued; sitting in dirty clumps across the upper eyelid. Sparse, angular, little jagged swords ready to poke anybody who came too close. They hardly ever blinked. It was possible that to do so would entangle them further. The unceasing glare was a threat, and a promise. She frowned at her little helot. The girl was obviously incapable; soft, and possibly a liability. Her slender pointed nails were painted a lustrous red colour by Smith & Cult’s Kundal...
The sky was a harbinger of rains and thunder. A single huge dark nimbus several kilometres away was lighting up every ten seconds, the classic anvil shape heavy with rain, sinking into the mountainside, slipping fast into the gullies like downward seeking smoke.'Thats not good.' said Gen. Nobody looked at Gen, neither did anybody comment on the rhetoric. A non-sequitur; at another time there might have been some comedian to point out the uselessness of such a statement, but everyone was silent. They didn't know exactly what to do, was it dan...
Weekly Contest #293
"I'm late!" Life always passes over me. 'I'm late' is just another phrase for situation normal, absolutely fluffed up. "Did you put in your application, Rosie ?" An unnecessary question, probably motivated by a sense of duty. I give my usual frown and grimace; a sigh, an 'I don't care but will try to appear concerned' look.The office crew is sniffing each other out. They're silently musing on the expected unfairness, their anticipated realisation of failure; judging nepotism or brown-nosing from each participant. Jones from service and repai...
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