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Weekly Contest #57
Everyone wants their fifteen minutes of fame, that glorious moment when they're in the spotlight, the center of attention. Some people not only get their fifteen minutes, but they somehow extend it to a lifetime of fame. Not only do they get the fame, bit they get all the wonderful things that comes hand in hand with fame. But what happens when you haven't earned that fifteen minutes of fame or the lifetime of fame that sometimes follows? What if you, an unsuspecting, completely regular, totally boring person, gets fame that was meant for so...
Weekly Contest #56
She sat alone at the small table that was positioned so far in the corner, it almost looked like it had been placed there as an afterthought. She smoothed the wrinkled tablecloth, as she scanned the various faces in the restaurant. Her hair was a radiant Auburn, with bronze undertones, which caught the light from the lone candle in the center of the table. Despite his nervousness, he longingly traced her reflection in the window. He knew he was late, he felt awful, watching her wait on him. He tried to get a hold of himself, tried to keep hi...
Weekly Contest #55
The wind was crisp, with a sharp and bitter chill, which was a good indication that autumn would be colder than anticipated. Clint Menya struggled with his gunmetal gray trenchcoat, fighting the wind so he could button his coat against the intrusive chill. He unintentionally shivered as the wind's icy fingers found the back of his neck and sent shivers down his spine. He uttered a string of obscenities as he trudged through the puddles and slippery mud, left my this afternoon's freak thunderstorm. He paused in his steps and cast a brief, lon...
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