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Weekly Contest #340
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there ruled a super-cute Lord of the Realm named Rolphie. Rolphie—though abnormally short—was large in wit and intellect, garnering the adoration of his people.One day, Rolphie found himself scaling a jagged mountain to rescue a maiden stolen by Vyraxus. The ancient dragon had terrorized the villagers for millennia. He stole their wealth, their prime livestock, and occasionally, their virgins.Rolphie, clinging precariously to the bare rock, had finally reached the dragon’s cave, hollowed out from the sid...
Weekly Contest #339
Jim leaned over the bed to kiss his wife goodbye. She kissed him back and sleepily mumbled something. He smiled as the familiar, subtle taste of cucumbers rippled over his tongue.Grabbing his briefcase, Jim locked the front door and trotted down the steps. As he approached his neighbor Susan's house, he saw her in her garden preparing to plant new flowers. She knelt with care, the way someone learns to move after a long illness. It was good to see her doing what she loved. As he got closer, a burst of candied apple coated his entire mouth."G...
Weekly Contest #338
And You. Who Are You? “And You.“Who are You?“Who is it that I am writing for? Are You a traveller who has cheated Tides and crossed Broken Floors and Derelict Stairs to reach these Halls?”I yelp and drop the book, caught in the act of voyeurism. I did not yet understand that this book would recognize me before I had time to recognize myself in it. I am reading Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi. Piranesi exists in a landscape of infinite halls, filled with thousands upon thousands of statues, and flooded by periodic tides.I am in chapter one, utterl...
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