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Weekly Contest #239
The vibrant red of the paint looked violent against the bumpy white canvas surface. Xavier grimaced. He'd never intended to make the painting so violent. But art had a mind of its own and so did magick. He sat in the chair for hours ignoring the pain that cemented itself in the muscles of his bottom. For hours he did the slow work of creating something. And as was with all his art he had no idea what was going to be made when he'd first begun. He got up once. To turn on the small lantern that sat next to his easel. Then again, he retur...
Weekly Contest #238
That morning Helen had had a donut for breakfast instead of her usual black coffee and grapefruit. So, that day ideals of impulsivity and spontaneous women behaving wildly swirled in her mind. She walked with an extra pep in her step as the elevator doors closed behind her. "Mrs. Terrence?" A small voice called. Helen whipped her head. The receptionist was looking directly at her. The mousy girl at the front desk had never looked her directly in the eyes before let alone called her over. Helen pursed her lips and turned her hips walking...
Weekly Contest #237
Faith blew a breath from her mouth. She knew this was going to be a long night. She hadn’t had time to change after work, but she figured if the blouse and pencil skirt combo was lucky enough to help her solve the Jefferson case, It could be lucky enough to assuage her sister's worries about her love life. She quickly touched up her red lipstick and wiped the mascara that had traveled from her lashes to her undereyes. The harsh LED lighting in the women's bathroom did her no favors. She smiled at the mirror. Her reflection smiled back at her...
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