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Weekly Contest #331
The first flakes fell just as Benny turned the key. They drifted lazily out of the December sky—soft, round, delicate—twirling as they descended toward the quiet city streets. From our vantage point on the dashboard, the snowfall looked enormous, each flake landing with the heavy dignity of a cotton ball. It was the sort of winter evening that made the world hush itself. Christmas lights blinked in windows like sleepy eyes. Storefronts glowed with reds and greens. The air tasted like cold peppermint. And the cab—our tiny yellow cab—rumbled t...
Weekly Contest #58
MonaClaire had always had a penchant for mysticism and all the unknown morsels that lurk in the shadows of homes with cryptic histories. She loved working this temp job of readying houses on the market in this historic town of Northworth because it gave her a glimpse into lives and ways of living she had never encountered before. She would drive by the waterfront properties on the way to visit her father, in her high school years, from her mom’s house. Since the divorce, this had become a welcomed regular occurrence. Drive to see dad and dre...
Weekly Contest #57
Ever wonder why you get that funky feeling someone’s watching you but you can’t pinpoint from where? It’s because they are, and welcome to my life…I sit at a café to sip on my latte, or run into Bugsy’s food mart to grab a couple of items for dinner or even breathe while making my way to my truck from who cares where and poof! The feeling erupts like a mini spitball into my veins and I just know it…someone is watching, critiquing and waiting for me to do anything noteworthy so it can be whispered about in dingy corners of way too out of the ...
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