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Weekly Contest #361
I Love New YorkBy Maria C. Montesano Becca's eyes squinted as the streetlights blurred into watery smears. Raindrops beaded off her pale skin. The lightweight linen sweater became drenched. She took a step forward. Her flip-flop sandal slipped right off her foot. She tumbled onto the concrete.Beep! Beep! The vehicles were trapped in a maze of traffic. Classic New York City during a heavy rainfall. Now her knee scraped, and fresh blood mixed with raindrops. Involuntary movements of shivering skin took their toll. Lowering her head, her eyes...
Weekly Contest #312
My home is a symphony of noise. Humming of the refrigerator. Parakeet singing in her cage. The clack, clack, clack I create with the laptop. It feels like a piano on my hands with every keystroke. I’m about 2 chapters from the end of this novel. Writer’s block hits me. It’s time to get another coffee. Work smarter, not harder. Like an epiphany, try AI. It can’t hurt. It’s made to help.Me: A.I., how should I proceed with this plot twist?A.I.: Is there a hidden motive? Does the character exhibit odd behaviour? What would they do in tha...
Weekly Contest #249
“Let’s give’em something to talk about!” The male patrons were licking their lips. Drunk and stunning she was in an ocean of sharks. “Strip tease! Strip tease!” men hollered aggressively all across the bar. The pencil skirt hiked up and the canvass-coloured blouse made its way off of her shoulder Drew saw what was about to go down, and against his better judgement assisted. “Woo, you’re hot do you want me to ride your saddle cowboy?” “You’ve had enough to drink. Let’s get you some coffee.” “I don’t want coffee. I want...
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