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Weekly Contest #215
CW: Family traumaLucy was enjoying the puzzle box. A complicated series of gears and dials, hidden switches, false starts, all the while, hearing what sounded like a coin sliding back and forth inside the box. It was a gift from her girlfriend Sarah, and Lucy had been working on the puzzle all weekend. It was Sunday, a perfect day for Lucy, lounging on the red velvet couch in her robe and slippers, her feet resting in Sarah’s lap who was watching reruns of Star Trek on the television, their tabby cat on the back of the couch, tail twitc...
Weekly Contest #214
Somewhere Boring, USA. mid-April.“Like people say, karma’s a witch,” said Leah.Max was pretty sure that wasn’t exactly what people say, but didn’t interrupt.“Look, if those girls hadn’t been taunting you for being non-binary, they would’ve seen the golf cart coming towards them. Don’t you dare feel bad for them.” Leah was a good friend. A loyal friend. “Besides, it’s not like they’re dead, just a little banged up. I would have done worse to them if I’d been there.” “Yeah, I don’t feel guilty, just…” Max’s brain caught up to the conversa...
Weekly Contest #213
Keer-cheep. Hoku closed her eyes, not that it mattered, and felt the hands of her braille watch. It was 6:15 in the evening. On the balcony, she heard birds calling, waves crashing on the beach, a gentle breeze cooling the heat of the afternoon, the rustle of the ohi’a lehua trees. Deep breath in, the fragrance of plumeria, and salt from the ocean. Peaceful. Lovely. Paradise. She was always listening, but now she gripped the railing of the balcony, warm from the sun, and focused. Keer-cheep. Time 6:20. Bryan would be home soon, ...
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