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Weekly Contest #345
[Content warning: reference to inpatient psychiatric care, infertility] Amara is seven when she finds the pebble that offers her her heart's desire. She's seven, and it's two weeks since Mr Fluffles turned up his paws and went to the great rabbit hutch in the sky, and so what she wants, what she really wants, is her bunny back. What she gets is an object lesson in the importance of clearly stated contractual terms, and more first-hand experience of the decomposition of leporidae than a seven-year-old really needs. The pebble vanishes before ...
Winner of Weekly Contest #342 🏆
First of all, it's the loan of a pen.The kid is a transfer in, a scrawny bag of knees and elbows deposited into 10PT by the hands of fate. Jacob gave him a friendly smile on the first day, aware of how easy it is to get lost in the unforgiving sea of humanity that is East Rothman Comp, but all he got back was a thousand yard stare. Fear, perhaps, rather than unfriendliness, but he hasn't been motivated to try again. Not until now.It's something about the kid's reaction that draws him in. It's not unknown to stick a hand in a rucksack and fai...
Weekly Contest #341
[Content warning for baby loss, medical trauma, hospital visit, minor accidental injury to a child.] Hayley blinks, and the forbidding grey building in front of her shifts. Gone are the late daffodils in planters by the doors, gone are the scudding clouds in the sapphire blue sky. In their place is the darkness of the dead hours of the night and a chilling breeze that ruffles her hair. Every second of this night should be etched on her memory, but it isn't. It comes back to her in flashes, unprovoked; moments of searing pain that stab her wi...
Weekly Contest #339
The sign on the wall says "Keep Calm and Drink Tea". Ally hates it. It's twee, for a start, all faux rustic charm and impossible to dust. But, more than that, she hates the glibness of it. When life gives you lemons, a cup of tea just doesn't cut it any more. Or something. Teapot, milk jug, sugar, cup, saucer. Shit, spoon. Anything else? She'll be the one assembling the whole kit and caboodle in the other room anyway, but god forbid she pour from the kettle straight into a mug and cut out the middle man. Not to mention the washing up. "Tea's...
Weekly Contest #335
For want of a better idea, Merry trailed miserably after the scruffy, foul mouthed human, and tried to piece together the last half hour. One minute, he’d been riding comfortably in the sleigh on a recon flight. The next, he was lying dazed on the ground complete with tweeting birds circling his head. Fall from height very much implied, then, and he could only hope that the sleigh had still been at sub-magic speeds when he'd parted company from it or it could take the others all night to find him. The human... child? Probably a child. It loo...
Weekly Contest #329
Rob looked at the scene in front of him in dismay. Chunks of masonry were strewn across the street and twisted rebar protruded from the ravaged buildings like tentacles. Choking dust still swirled in the air but most of the screaming had died away as fleets of ambulances had ferried the injured to hospital. Rob's crew had missed most of the immediate aftermath. Their job was to sit vigil, now, poised to help if and when the search and rescue teams pulled anyone else from the rubble.A dog zigzagged across the street in front of him, nose to t...
Weekly Contest #328
Luke leans back in the chair and turns his megawatt smile on the interviewer. Sure, the girl is just some college kid, but there's no reason to risk bad publicity by treating her rudely. "Tell me about your project."He doesn't care, of course. But the careful interest, like the smile, is all part of the persona of the big shot executive that he dons each morning as carefully as he does the suit that cost more than the young woman's rent for the month. "It's a, a social anthropology thing." She clears her throat, shuffling towards the edge of...
Shortlisted for Contest #327 ⭐️
Really, Gabby thought, it wasn't the worst day she'd ever had on the job. Not really. Not if you counted the day the meerkats got into the gift shop and made off with the giant lollipops. The care and keeping of a meerkat on a sugar high wasn't anything her college courses had prepared her for.The day had started pretty well, actually. Tom had finally agreed to let her help with the penguin show, and then she'd done such a good job - well, that's what she'd inferred from his gruff "you'll do" - that he'd let her take Linus on his walk - his ...
Weekly Contest #247
I have to get it working. Four hours without life support and we'll all be dead, but that's not the main thing. I mean, it is. Obviously. None of us want to die out here, least of all me. But we've also got a point to prove. They said we weren't ready. The Council fought us every inch of the way, and I know it was only Ethan's intervention that got our expedition over the line. Ethan's name, really. There's only so much can be denied to the crown prince, even by the Council. And the reason Ethan fought them so hard? Me. So we're ...
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