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Weekly Contest #115
‘The hell am I supposed to do now?’ Mathias said with a huge sigh mixed with a growl, as he laid his head onto the table. ‘Two days without any connection… How am I going to get anything done?’ A long drive last night through the serpentines, then the woods lastly making his way through a thick fog covering the already unclear off-read track with a malfunctioning GPS. The trip tired him enough to forget what he had promised. But now, being somewhat rested, the memory resurfaced. ‘You need to get out’ Hekate said, concern ringing in ...
Weekly Contest #114
‘You wanna do something fun?’- the man’s words still reverberated in Shawn’s mind. He had started to dread that question after the previous adventures he had. His friends seemed to always have an insurmountable list of things to do. Some appearing reasonable only after a few shots of tequila.Shawn felt this time was no different- mainly because Harry, the most extreme of their group, was raising the question tonight. Surprisingly, however, the plan was tamer than ever before.‘Shawn!’- the loud voice pulled the man out of his thoughts. Shawn ...
Weekly Contest #113
The bells tolled twelve in the night, the ringing echoing through the warm sandstone halls, which seemed to whisper of the many people that had walked through them that night. The sound of heels hitting the marble floor at a fast pace continued as the chimes faded into the warm night. Jack, almost running, was trying to finish fitting into his evening attire. A shirt still dangling untucked and half buttoned and a dark maroon jacket under his arm, the man seem flustered. He kn...
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