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Weekly Contest #352
Just before dawn several animals had gathered around the waterhole. They were talking about the death of Snake the previous evening, of which Cane Toad had just informed them. “I was, as you all know, a lifelong friend of Snakes” he continued in his pompous way, and so happened to be the first to come across his death tracks just as the sun was going down. I could see that he had finally slithered his last.” Kangaroo put her paws over her bright sweet eyes in a display of shock, and couldn’t help but think of Snakes desirable territory, and ...
Weekly Contest #351
tw. suicide suggestion Wizard It was in the side-access tunnel of the Dover to Folkestone line that Lucy first began to question the wisdom of exploring the darker places of the earth with a guy she barely knew. But she liked his stories. She'd considered her propensity for attracting 'project men' as they squeezed their way throughthe rusted steel grid bolted to the tunnel entrance. There were gaps, broken-toothed spaces with bars bent inwards. Still, he forced his way through bulky motorcycle jacket and all, losing a few metal buttons in t...
Weekly Contest #349
tw. war themes, dead bodies, violenceI follow him across the old railway bridge. It spans a stony abyss. Between the sleepers, in the rotted out sections, I see that there is no water to fall into. Fantastic. His shoulder blades stick sharply out of his t shirt, what's left of it. My dress is ragged and mud-splattered too. Soon we'll all be naked, or sewing skins together, I guess. But I try not to think about Then, only Now. I watch his leonine movements hungrily. Those deft movements promise safety, certainty. We're working our way across...
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