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Weekly Contest #377
A Piano Lesson after George Roux's Spirit, 1885 Owen usually found that reading late into the night didn’t put him to sleep the way it’s supposed to for children. Then again, he hadn’t been a child for a long time. He tended to do most of his heavy, serious reading once the rest of the world was asleep. And while it was awake, he’d think about how he’d much rather be asleep. But the sun would do its crawling to the other side of said world, a supernatural burst of energy would overtake him, and he’d read until he remembered he was supposed...
Weekly Contest #376
Owen usually found that reading late into the night didn’t put him to sleep the way it’s supposed to for children. Then again, he hadn’t been a child for a long time. He tended to do most of his heavy, serious reading once the rest of the world was asleep. And while it was awake, he’d think about how he’d much rather be asleep. But the sun would do its crawling to the other side of said world, a supernatural burst of energy would overtake him, and he’d read until he remembered he was supposed to be tired. Owen chose not to question these noc...
Weekly Contest #42
"Yeah, I have a plan." "Is it a good one?" "I have a plan." Victoria made no effort to stifle her annoyed sigh. Those were definitely not the words she wanted to hear from a stranger who happened to be her only chance at survival. She was currently crouched behind a large feeding trough in the middle of a zebra corral. The zebras had long since run off, stampeding with the rest of the zoo's wild animals into the city. The cages had all somehow been unlocked and their inhabitants set free. The public had fled, mothers practically dragging the...
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