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Weekly Contest #53
(Max is the first to sign on. They sort through some papers, neatening their workspace, laying out all the pens they may use, etc. Georgy signs on. Max doesn’t notice, busy as they are reading through some prepared notes.)Georgy: MAX.(Max jumps.)Max: Fuck, Georgy. Don’t scare me like that! (Georgy laughs raucously while Max angrily recomposes them-self.)Georgy: (smirking) Where’s Lance?Max: Late.Georgy: You startle like a frightened pigeon. (Makes startled pigeon noises - scared cooing I gues...
Weekly Contest #47
The gravel crunches underfoot as you make your way up the drive. The sky overhead is overcast, with little ladders of light descending from the heavens. It smells like rain. You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you've arrived fashionably late. A doorman approaches as you carefully store your time-piece in your purse. It was a gift from your grandmother, and you're loathe to tarnish it. Besides, your brother would give you hell if you chipped this piece of memory. The doorman gives you a stern look. "Lady Ardenwall. You'r...
Weekly Contest #44
"Auf Wiedersehen.""Au revoir."The eyes were still open: blue and clear, like the sky should have been. But now they were a photographed sky, bleached with age, like a memento I would carry in my pocket. A picture creased in careful folds, stored then removed then stored again. A pale shard of memory against a muddy frame. He was covered with so much mud. It was on his hair and clothes and every inch of exposed skin, turning everything to a uniform brown. A more uniform look than the actual uniforms we were given.For some reason I found that ...
"I'm non-binary, I own ten cats, and my favourite pastime is making fossils of mythical creatures out of animal bones."Jace stared at the person before him, unsure how to respond. He was beginning to regret letting his sister coerce him into coming. He shifted slightly in his booth, straightening his cuffs and tie. "Uh...."The person across from him (they hadn't given a name) pushed a curl of their luxurious, lime hair out of their eyes. One side of their head, Jace now perceived, was shaved short, so close to the skin that he could see the ...
There are clouds gathering on the horizon, pregnant with the long awaited rain. Above, in the azure sky, the sun beats down, bright, sharp, and unforgiving. The air itself is hazy, thick, a miasma of heat and dust and tightly packed bodies. Sweat, the multi-scented salts from thousands of onlookers, clings to the nostrils and drips from perspiring brows. It sticks to the skin like bedclothes after a night of exertion, and yet you are almost thankful for its presence, its humane odor, for it serves, like lace bed sheets, to cover the rancid m...
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