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Weekly Contest #357
I saw him standing on the corner of 5th Avenue that day, the scum of the Earth. The smirk he wore was a smirk I had seen many times before. Not haunting my dreams but merely existing as my own personal figment of my imagination deep within my subconscious, my personal body bag to fling every last damaging punch I could muster, fling every sharpened object at and spit on at the end with my boot against his neck.“Charlie! It’s good to see you man,” a chubby faced male grabbed Charlie’s hand in a firm handshake, his suit squeezing tight against...
Weekly Contest #284
*Contains profanity*In a fine silk, black tailored suit Stephan Galen sashayed his way into the casino. Tonight was his lucky night, indicated by the itch he felt deep in his right palm.He flexed his fingers, refraining from scratching the itch he so very much wished to rid. The silly man believed in even the smallest superstitions when it came to his money.Flanked by his two body guards, Jericho and Kaden, he made his way through the front lobby, barely sparing a glance at the golden embellishments lining the wall, fine details etched into ...
Weekly Contest #274
A rickety shack sat on the edge of a winding dirt road, deep within the Forest of Shadows. Most were scared of the woodlands, terrified of the creatures that roam the trees late into the night.Dracea Toony however was not.The middle-aged woman with fine, crinkled lines bunched at the outer edges of her lash lines bent to tend to her small garden. Allowing the thick, hydrated leaves coated in dew to caress her aging fingers as she hummed to them. She believed the more one would sing to the the young buds, stimulating their outer soft shell, t...
Weekly Contest #273
The sky was littered with sparkling lights, indicating night had arrived. The neighbor’s windows were covered, no flashing of a television, no movement of shadows. The crickets chirped away as if laughing at the funniest of jokes.Shania moved towards her home, noticing the toys thrown about the yard. Her younger brother and sister, Raya and Pryor, would be in very big trouble in the morning.She adjusted her worn, dark khaki colored knapsack that continuously escaped her shoulder for the hundredth time, hoisting it with a quick huff as she da...
Weekly Contest #272
When Layla stared into the mirror, all she could see were her mother’s eyes. The rim of her iris’s were an emerald green that gradually faded into shades that reminded her of blades of grass glinting with fresh morning dew, flecks of gold weaving throughout. She could not tear her eyes away from her sunken cheekbones and the grayed hue that hung in low rings beneath her bottom lashes. She bit her crusted, swollen bottom lip, her tongue like sandpaper as she licked it for the hundredth time.God, what she would do for a bottle of water or even...
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