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Weekly Contest #285
- Hello, did I reach the help hotline? - Yes, I am listening. - Please help me. I don't know what happened. I don't even know how to explain it. I have a feeling when I say this, you will conclude that I am crazy.- If I don't find out what it's about, I don't know if I'll be able to determine it.- Well. It goes like this. I woke up in some house and I have no idea how it happened. Yesterday, everything was normal, and today I wake up in a new place, in a new environment, I looked around through the window and I don't recognize the ...
Weekly Contest #284
Martin's life was slowly becoming boring. He felt he had fallen into a monotony and didn't know how to get out of it. Studies, casual work and sleep were the only things he had in his life. Sometimes he needed something more, but he couldn't give up anything because he wouldn't survive. He resigned himself to such a fate. Despite his young age, he felt old. He switched on his phone and started browsing Facebook. As usual, most of his friends had children, were getting married and some had even managed to get divorced. And he had nothing. Not...
Weekly Contest #283
Zbliżał się dwudziesty drugi grudnia, a Anastazja czuła rosnące napięcie. Wychodząc z pracy, rozglądała się dookoła, by upewnić się, że nikt za nią nie idzie. Uśmiechnęła się do siebie i wsiadła do samochodu. Z piskiem opon ruszyła i dotarła do domu. Był mały i przytulny. W dużych pomieszczeniach czuła się niekomfortowo i źle. Tyle lat minęło, a ona dalej ma wrażenie, jakby to wszystko wydarzyło się wczoraj. Wzięła szybki prysznic i zaczęła sprzątanie domu. Nie lubiła bałaganu i otaczającego ją chaosu. Ceni sobie spokój. Zmęczona położyła si...
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