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Weekly Contest #375
'Where would one even start after almost a decade of being in no contact with her girl pal? If you are still using this email address, I am wondering if you haven't changed your username from that ridiculously long handle: "difficultlikethespellingofubiquitous" Or whether you have completely started over on a brand new email account that has never received hurtful emails from a "bestie" of twelve years. The memories have been creeping in quite a bit since Gloria drew her last breath two weeks ago. I would sincerely hope that she will find ...
The kitchen counter looked like a culinary crime scene. Sticky pools of condensed milk, an army of cracked eggshells, and four failed, weeping, stubbornly runny flans mocked Gloria from the shadows. It was 2:00 AM. Her lower back throbbed, her knees ached, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed. Instead, she plopped onto a kitchen chair, buried her flour-dusted face in her hands, and let out a quiet sob. Flan was her arch-nemesis. If she couldn't master it by morning, Margaret would coast to her fifth consecutive victory at th...
Weekly Contest #339
Her hand trembled as she poured the boiling water into her mug. As she dropped a teabag into the mug, the rooibos teabag turned the water into a deep red-brown colour, the scent inviting and comforting. She let her special blend sit for about five minutes before bringing her pink-and-red polka dot mug to her split lips. Tumi was extra careful not to hurt herself any further. Tea in hand, she turned to balance herself carefully against the oak cabinet. She examined the wreckage and remnants from last night. Her breathing laboured and calculat...
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