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Submitted to Contest #330
I need a fucking drink. But since I was currently standing in a wet-walled sewer, looking at a man duct-taped to a folding metal chair, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply instead, an action which I immediately regretted. Almost as much as I regretted accepting taking on Frank for the summer. “Frank, this is the wrong guy.” “What? No, this is the guy, Zara.” Frank’s dark hair stood on end as if it were as surprised as he was. I rolled my eyes. Fucking amateur. “Get rid of him so we can go get the actual guy.” This guy, the wrong guy, ...
Submitted to Contest #313
The scent of the sun-warmed lavender fields wrapped around the town of Tyburn like a blanket. By this late in August, it overwhelmed every other smell. Even the tanneries on the far side of town struggled to compete with the heavy, close smell of the lavender weighing down the air, although Charlotte was still grateful to be far from that side of town. Today, she was sitting on an iron bench on a sun-drenched balcony, letting the floral-scented air waft her hair back from her face, preparing to do something terrible. “It smelled like this ...
Submitted to Contest #311
She looked like an angel in white and Sam struggled to breathe when he looked at her, even after all these years. He didn’t have any memories of a time before knowing Sloane, but every time he thought of her wearing white, they were in church, just as they were today. They had been neighbors since before they were born. Their mothers had been best friends since middle school and had determined that Sam and Sloane would be friends even before they were conceived. Sloane twinkled into existence just three months before Sam and the wheels we...
Charlotte sighed and offered a polite smile to the Duke. He continued his one-sided conversation about the joys of hunting and Charlotte wondered for the tenth time this week how few women would pay him any mind if he weren’t the Duke of Eastridge. He was short and stout, with thinning blond hair, and his teeth were not as white as one would hope for in a husband. At least his nose was very straight, despite being laced with broken capillaries denoting frequent drinking. Charlotte fiddled with the sapphire bracelet on her wrist as she look...
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