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Lemon Lime

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Time to Play

Weekly Contest #111

She rushed down the hallway, shoving her walker along. The tennis balls on the feet were lime green with nerves. A stack of worn papers were in her left hand. "Gloria, where are you going?" asked her neighbor. Gloria looked up at Ms. Haley, who was sitting near the elevator with a picture book in her lap. Her glasses were perched on top of her head. She'll "lose" them again, thought Gloria. And then after twenty minutes of looking, she'll find she was wearing them all along. But isn't that what happens to all of us...walking around, loo...

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Manhandled

Weekly Contest #107

“You know, eating tofu doesn’t make you a good person,” Carla banged the cherry bowl down on the table and looked disdainfully at Arthur.  “Sure it does. I’m going healthier than meat and protecting the environment.” He stuck his fork in his mouth again. “Phytates will reduce the absorption of crucial minerals!”  “Honey, I think it’s high time you dropped the nutrition course.” Carla scowled. “Never supportive, never.” She knocked over theglass of prune juice as she violently lea...

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The Rogue One

Weekly Contest #85

"That's the thing about this city, we can't hope to change anything without making it worse," a voice rumbled from downstairs."But Matthew, the council was supposed to meet the other day and discuss...""Oh, what do they know? A bunch of idiots. I told you, the main roads aren't functional, and the fire hydrants are still frozen.""What difference does that make? It's winter, for crying out loud! You're aware the fire station's been shuttered for three months now, aren't you? This place is a miserable excuse for a - you know what? I'm wasting ...

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Last Light

Weekly Contest #84

If only something would happen. What, he did not know. He couldn't recall the date; every day was like the one before. The screen door banged open."Jules, dinner is served."He stared out at the dimming light and the blue and purple floaters drifting about. The smokestacks along the horizon kept on smoking, and the group of men down by the mailbox kept on conversing, smoke from their pipes covering their faces.He could make out the voice of Mr. Robbins, who lived across the street and was usually hitting his dog with a cane, rambling on ...

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Stef's Ethics

Weekly Contest #79

  "Stefan. How could you do this to me?"   Her eyes are fish bowls filled with dank seaweed. He raises one eyebrow and wipes his face with both hands.   "Mum. Listen to me. You haven't demonstrated an iota of regret."   "How could you!? I raised you without a dad!"   "And therefore..."   "Hugh's been trying to get you to come back for nearly 40 years. Let me at least meet my granddaughter! This is cruelty!"   Is there a tear in her eye? More shocking things have happened. Like the time he figured out how to...

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Too Close To Home

Weekly Contest #75

  I was walking towards the low-roofed adult home, it was just to my left. The wind brushed past my face with a nonchalant whisk, as if questioning my presence in such a rough neighborhood. It was cold, but not bad enough to prevent a midnight excursion. The hour long walk had put my hands to sleep, but my curiosity was awake as ever. Like a high school reunion - terrifying but necessary - there was something about my childhood block that called for an overdue rendezvous.    I glanced at the grass on the sidewalk's edge where ...

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Too Close To Home

  I was walking towards the low-roofed adult home, it was just to my left. The wind brushed past my face with a nonchalant whisk, as if questioning my presence in such a rough neighborhood. It was cold, but not bad enough to prevent a midnight excursion. The hour long walk had put my hands to sleep, but my curiosity was awake as ever. Like a high school reunion - terrifying but necessary - there was something about my childhood block that called for an overdue rendezvous.    I glanced at the grass on the sidewalk's edge where ...

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