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Weekly Contest #337
TW: Swearing Wayne sat on the love seat, wholly unprepared for the verbal assault that had just been launched upon him. It’s not that he didn’t deserve it; it’s just that he had never been held accountable for his actions before, so he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do next. Does he apologize? Considering the tirade that Emily had just inflicted on him he wasn’t really sure if a simple “I’m sorry” would be enough. But again, he didn’t have any frame of reference. He had never been in any kind of trouble; well, not that he hadn’t...
Weekly Contest #184
“Houston. This is Starfinder. Captain Jay Thomas here. We…uhh…we’ve got a problem here.” Silence. Well, not quite silence, seeing as the back half of my ship is gone, along with my first mate. Cooper, my only friend on this side of the galaxy, is now lost, most of my supplies have been destroyed, and Starfinder, the one thing keeping me alive out here, has been rendered a burning, screeching, almost useless hunk of metal. But the radio has certainly never been quieter. “Houston, I repeat, this is Starfinder. Major problem; ple...
Weekly Contest #183
Trigger warning: Swearing and emotional abuse.Erin is standing in the doorway, a small bag hastily filled with a few shirts and an extra pair of pants flung over her shoulder. Her hair, bright red, is wild and unkempt, and her face is so flush with anger that she seems to radiate heat. I can almost feel it from the kitchen island where I’m still sitting.“Are you sure this is what you want,” she says, struggling to keep her voice low, so only I can hear it. “Because once I go, I’m not coming…” “Just get the fuck out of here!” I scream, s...
Shortlisted for Contest #176 ⭐️
A bell chimes above her as Katy pushes open the old wooden door that leads into Silo’s Books and Curios. She had finally found the small, almost invisible, shop tucked in between a craft store to its right and a health food store to its left. It would have been easy to walk by had you not been expressly looking for it, as Katy had been. Ding, Ding. Katy looks up at the sound, surprised to see not a brass shopkeeper’s bell, but two silver bells that look as though they have just been cut from Santa’s sleigh. The crystal-clear ringin...
Shortlisted for Contest #175 ⭐️
The edge of my spade finds a crack in the dirt, and very carefully I push my weight down onto its handle, driving the blade deeper and deeper into the ground until it is covered completely. Switching my grip, I pull back on the handle and remove a small pile of earth from its shallow, pitiful hole, dumping it unceremoniously to the side. I wipe my brow of the sweat that is already starting to form there. Small, devious, and glistening clues giving me away as somebody new. Somebody who has never done this part before. But it's not the digging...
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