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Weekly Contest #292
He grabbed his yellow high Vis jacket off the hook on the back of the laundry door. He put it over his shoulders as he had done so many times before. He gingerly zipped it up, his fingers struggling with the required dexterity. It was raining cats and dogs outside, it had to be close to zero degrees, and he was surprised it wasn’t snowing. He let out a big sigh but for him he had no other choice and he had no time to think. He had to hurry. As he walked down the hallway towards the front door Mary cut him off. "You can't go out there, you...
Weekly Contest #287
CW: Contains themes of child neglect and substance abuse“Can I offer you a cup of tea love” a kindly voice said to my left.I jumped, startled. I looked up and could barely make out the figure who had spoken to me from my swollen tear soaked eyes. I shook my head and kept walking.I was fourteen years old, what I would want with a cup of tea I thought.I turned left at the next intersection. The voice of the lady played on repeat in my mind. I had few recollections of an adult speaking to me like I mattered that the times it occurred I would ke...
Weekly Contest #286
The lid of the box was hard to keep shut, it wouldn’t stop shaking and rattling, I was used to this but it never got any easier. I was just better at keeping hold of it now. The force inside was fighting with every ounce of strength it could muster. The box was only just bigger than the palm of my hand and yet it felt as though it held the weight of the universe. I pinned it down onto the table with my full weight. Claire was able to tie the red ribbon around it. She started to hum, jingle bells, the box slowed the sound draining its energy....
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