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Weekly Contest #344
Folding like carpet-bag origami, Melwah, the ever-thirsty, set her callused knees onto the roasting sand, impatient for the meatbag on her back to be gone so she could get to the water hole shimmering invitingly among the palms of the oasis. Her humps were giving her some serious gyp, and she needed water, food and some rest to bring them back to full plumpness. Rolling something green and unpleasant around inside her mouth, she regarded the heavily bearded figure in the saddle like a dog might regard a biting flea. If he didn’t get off and...
Weekly Contest #329
I checked the calendar hanging on the wall next to the fridge. Of course, November was done, so I tore the page off. Three cute black kittens stared accusingly back at me from December. They were sitting in the snow next to a Christmas tree, wearing stupid Christmas hats and scarves and clearly not enjoying it. Probably photo-shopped, I thought. Or the handiwork of an evil taxidermist. It was the first today. Twenty-four days until the big one, but more importantly, just three days until one eye - my name for that siren of the heavens that c...
Weekly Contest #328
In a gloomy bedroom, somewhere off to the left of this dimension we laughingly call “reality”, an hourglass alarm clock is banging out a 100 decibel rendition of Knocking on Heaven's Door. The figure squirming within the confines of the emperor-sized bed thinks this is ironic, as many of his clients certainly won’t be. A muffled, ‘Mmmmffbuggeroff,’ comes from beneath the crumpled landscape of duvets and scattered pillows. A bony hand slowly emerges, crashing down on the hourglass, and sending a small sandstorm spiralling across the room; L...
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