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Every time Edith got on stage, a man died. Cheers erupted around the jazz club as her kitten heels made their way up the steps and across the wooden stage. At once the bright spotlight flashed on, blinding her. Though they did not die a bloody gruesome death; some were pained while others were merely inconvenienced. “Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.” The guests’ cheers roared louder. Edith, with her deep voice and short blonde hair, was beloved by many, for she had brought the old shabby club on a forgotten side street back to life. Now c...
Weekly Contest #315
Birds began chirping as pots and pans clattered in the kitchen, I drifted towards the sound, full of anticipation. As expected, granny stood midst her organized chaos of a kitchen, the window wide open letting in the sweet summer breeze and the faint sound of waves crashing in the distance. I had always loved spending the summers in this house. Standing there I watched as she prepared the feast that would later be devoured in mere minutes, watched as she hummed a soft tune, unbothered by my lurking. Her hair tied back in a thick bun, with a ...
Weekly Contest #278
“They will think I’m only rubbing salt into their wounds,” Maddie sighed, facing the empty seats as she stood on the edge of the stage. Sebastian didn’t know the wounds she spoke of, only that she was referring to her cousins, whom hadn’t spoken to each other in weeks, after all Maddie never shared a secret that wasn’t hers, only tiptoed around it when she needed to think out loud. Although the theater had closed for the night, it was then that Sebastian’s work began, well more of Director Catherine’s work, and him as her assistant. “Thei...
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