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Weekly Contest #349
The Weight of PaperDay 1 I don’t normally explore houses this far off the main highway. That’s a great way to get yourself killed these days. The highways at least have other travelers around to witness, and we all know about traveler justice. But structures off the beaten path, especially empty ones? Forget it.But that little voice inside told me to take a chance. And what a find!Not that I’m surprised anyone left it behind; things like this aren’t exactly useful in the world that’s left, except for tinder. It was like a library house. Book...
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The first time Fidget found the mistress dead, he got so scared that he lost one of his lives. It wouldn’t be the last time she did this, but some warning would have been polite. Maybe he had four left — cats were never really good with math. She had obviously been working on some mystical experiment that backfired, badly. Fidget’s bushy tail twitched and he cocked his head, staring into her open mouth. A furry paw gently bapped at her cheek once, twice, and a third time for good measure.Fidget leapt with a quick spring to the top of the wor...
Weekly Contest #204
The Mechanic Remy LeRayRemy could smell the acrid smell of blast pistol fire. The silence that echoed off the tavern’s previously raucous interior was nearly deafening. A place like this should only be quiet when it’s closed. His pistol was lazily smoking in his tight grip, the rising smoke entrancing. For a moment, he thought the smell of burnt metal might be coming from a hole in his chest where the officer’s energy round had burned through. He was wrong of course because he felt his heart thudding in his chest and heard the ragged intake ...
Weekly Contest #186
“You can’t always have it your way.” “I am aware of this Buddy, but you know that I am always right.” “And stop calling me Buddy, dammit! You know my name is Walter. Call me Walter. I’ve asked you a thousand times.” “But they used to call you Buddy. Do people not give nicknames to othe...
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