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Weekly Contest #341
The late morning heat was already making itself known as David pulled off the blacktop onto the gravel road. Low-hanging limbs weighed down with the bright green leaves beat against the sides of the truck as David slowly navigated the ruts and swales. “Make sure you keep your arm in the window through here,” David said across the bench seat to Jimmy. “I don’t want you getting whacked by one of those pine boughs.” Jimmy didn’t acknowledge, and continued gazing out the passenger-side window. David’s arm was draped across the back of the sea...
Weekly Contest #340
Oh great, he’s coming back. I wish he could actually see me when he opens that computer, because if he could he would see the biggest, most sarcastic eyeroll he has ever seen. But even if he could see it, the moron wouldn’t know how to describe it. He would just sit there for twenty minutes trying to come up with some new catchy way to describe a look of contempt. Three weeks ago he started working on me. Three weeks, and so far I’m not much farther along than when he first sat down and began sketching me out. Don’t get me wrong, I’v...
Weekly Contest #304
Ben picked at a piece of icing with his fingernail. The doughnut on the styrofoam plate was obviously a couple days old, and he couldn’t bring himself to take a bite of it. This was the “breakfast provided”, as advertised on the workshop’s flyer; stale doughnuts, various chunks of cantaloupe, pineapple, and honeydew from a plastic platter bought at the closest supermarket, and weak Maxwell House coffee.Twenty minutes in, and the workshop was exactly what Ben had expected it to be. A Days Inn ballroom with a scattering of round 6-top tables w...
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