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Weekly Contest #220
A bead of water collided with a page of the book that Ben was reading, exploding with a pip and shattering outward in a tiny circle. It was followed by one, two, three … several more drops which was beginning to dampen both pages rather quickly. “Ah frick!” Ben griped, swatting away as many droplets as he could before slamming the book shut and wedging it up into his armpit to shield it from further damage. Ben rolled his eyes and sighed as he began thinking about all of the books on his shelves back home. Some with warped, wavy covers and...
Weekly Contest #113
As Riley stepped through the front doors her body felt as if it had been smothered in a thick woolen blanket. It was a stark contrast from the frigid air-conditioned environment in which she had just spent the last eight hours. Nearly every day she went from having to bundle up at her desk to keep warm, to then going outside where a moment of respite from the chilly air was replaced by an overwhelming urge to strip down to nothing before her sweat laminated her clothing to her skin. Not only that, but her company’s parking lot offered very ...
Weekly Contest #110
“We have plenty of time, Lulu darling. Why are you walking so fast?” Lulu closed her eyes, sighing and turned her head to the ground. When she looked up again, her glare could have cut him in half. “Do not call me ‘darling’. I am not your ‘darling’ and I will NEVER BE your darling.” “That’s not what I was sensing two evenings ago in the banquet hall. In fact, from what I recall, you were shooting me some interesting glances, ones that I couldn’t have misconstrued.” Lulu let out a controlled breath. “Yes, I may have found you appealing that e...
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