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Weekly Contest #98
Tim Hopkins was the luckiest man alive. Without fail, he would find himself receiving great fortune day after day. Tim was the person that everyone disliked whilst growing up, the sort that could fluke an exam and get excellent results. He had the face to match, one that knew it was privileged. His rat-like features complemented his lean physique, yet somehow everyone found him attractive. On the surface, there was little wrong with Tim. He had everything. But not everything could make him happy. One ordinary day, Tim decided...
Weekly Contest #97
It was the slamming of the car door that woke me. I flipped over, and felt his side of the bed; ice cold. My hand grazed where his chest should’ve been, but was met only by mattress. I heard voices coming from the driveway, so I hastily got to my feet and sped to the window. Looking out at the darkened street, a few lights dotted around, it wasn’t easy to make a clear image of the world. It was easy enough to see him with her in a close embrace though. I suppose they thought they were safe, in the dead of night. No one around, low visibil...
Weekly Contest #96
John had little choice in letting the girl inside the cabin, as the torrential rain made it a near miracle she had made it to the front door in the first place. She was barefoot and bruised, her right leg covered in small, two-inch cuts. She had long, ginger hair that was now plastered to her face due to the rain. All that was covering her was a torn nightdress, decorated with butterflies. John moved aside to allow her in, and she leapt onto the rug, collapsing to the floor. She was panting, and barely had the strength to stand any longer...
Weekly Contest #95
“What do you mean it’s cancelled?” I asked. I dropped my phone down to my side, mid-text to Mum. Aaron only repeated himself. “The weather is too bad to fly, apparently. We’ve been moved to Thursday.” He did that annoying head-tilt he did when he felt bad for me; but he was trying at least. I couldn’t believe this. I would definitely be the worst daughter in history. Perhaps even the worst human entirely. Missing my Father’s funeral because of some goddamn rain. I grasped the phone tighter in my hand, till the screen could have ne...
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