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Submitted to Contest #182
Quickly checking over his left shoulder he dashed to the entrance of his apartment and hastily took out his keys. Struggling to fit them into his lock his panic started rising. Counter-intuitively, this lowered his accuracy. Through the rising adrenaline, he finally managed to find the lock and he wiggled his keys around until he heard the relieving click of success. He pushed through the door and just as soon as he had slipped in he rammed it shut and re-locked it, hoping that anyone who tried to cheat the lock would struggle just as muc...
Submitted to Contest #175
Standing over last night's carnage the plump woman shakes her head disapprovingly. As she steps over the tiny bodies of passed out elves she reaches her destination; slumped on one of the couches in the corner of the room is a young man in his early twenties. She walks up to the sleeping man and gives him a solid, anger fueled, thump on the back. “Chris Jr., what do you think you’re doing getting drunk before the busiest night of the year!” she spouts. Chris rolls off the couch and awakens with a snort. His hands automatically go t...
Submitted to Contest #171
She walked with purpose, as if every step would erase a little bit more of her pain. As if she could outrun a ghost. The path she took was worn from the feet of the many before her, all following the same line of deceit. The path itself was surrounded with willows and packed dirt that lacked the warmth of growing plants. The tips of the willows were painted in the gray luminosity of a moon half full and as she walked beneath them they seemed to weep for her, even the owls sounded mournful. ‘Just a little farther’ she thought, ‘if I can jus...
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