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Weekly Contest #358
The first day of the summer holidays has just started. I've slept in today thanks to this occasion. Two months out of school. I still found it weird and strange that the holidays are set barely three months after the school year starts. I went into the kitchen and saw my moms were sitting and drinking coffee on the sofa in the living room. They asked me if I wanted breakfast, and I nodded. Mama put on some music on the TV and turned the volume up. They both went into the kitchen and prepared some sunny-side-up eggs and toast with bacon. They...
Weekly Contest #357
Despite the expectations of the residents, the sun has set and then risen above Pigeon Island without anything strange happening during the night once again. It was after all the epicenter of everything abnormal going on in the Waypoint. It's been a week since my parents and I moved to Pigeon Island. Even though the whole Waypoint has a medieval architecture and was unnerving, so far I haven't seen anything like what the people keep talking about. Nothing strange, nothing unnatural. And that's what they say they find even weirder and are so...
Weekly Contest #331
It was near midnight now, the snow storm hasn't ceased since noon, everything was covered in white fluff. I wouldn't envy a person who gets caught outside in such a weather like this. It isn't often it snows this hard in Ireland. We're used to the beautiful emerald sheen of the grass all across the Inis Mór and the sapphire waters of the lake by our house. Ever since I remember I've lived here with my mother. She loved this island and never wanted us to move away, that's why father left not long after I was born. My older sister moved to Dub...
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