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The final bell of the day rang throughout the halls. Little Jane had already been ready and waiting with her school bag fully zipped up. Their teacher, Mrs. Lee, was smiling almost as wide as the little girl was as she closed the book that held today’s lesson. “Alright, class. That’s it for today.” Some kids cheered, others rushed to collect their belongings, but Jane was already out the door. Her tiny pennyloafer covered feet rushing down the seemingly endless hallway to the school’s front gate. And sure enough as soon as she arrived there ...
Weekly Contest #207
“Ta made niao!” Goddamn it. My uncle’s cousin was standing over his niece’s boyfriend, the new hire in charge of the wok station. “You call this dan dan noodles.” The young kid was looking up at him nervously. “Yes?” The back of his head was hit. “That was a rhetorical question. This is limp noodles.” I could see the vein popping out from his neck. “What are you doing! Start again.” There was a scared hurry to dump the wok contents out and pour in new water set of actions occurring right in front of me. I probably should step in before the v...
Weekly Contest #206
Normally, it would have been locked shut. I had never once seen that be forgotten. The mistake reignited the lingering curiosity I’ve always had towards the white box. Anticipation for the unknown surged up into my chest as my fingers lingered. Finally, this was going to happen. My father’s warnings flew out of my memories as the lid opened. A confusing few seconds passed before my brain processed the sight. It was Horror. Cold and Chilled. Segmented yet Whole. This was a secret horde. At the top of this pile my eyes found a leg. It must hav...
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