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Weekly Contest #61
(Disclaimer: Technically this story is about the last time a person smelled something, not the first, but I'd be interested to hear people's thoughts anyway.) Her mother never would have approved if she were there, but Emma pulled the oven door open slightly to peek at the biscuits. The heat and scent flowed out together, and as they hit her face, Emma became six years old again. “Can I eat some now, Mama? Just a little piece?” Watching as the first tray of biscuits was slid into the oven, Emma knew that she was unlikely to get what she...
Weekly Contest #60
My dearest Rosalie, That was a scary question you asked last night. Surely you know that. You talked about us getting married as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if it was inevitable. Perhaps it would be, in other circumstances. I didn’t tell many people this, as it was considered unmanly when I was growing up, but I always dreamed of my perfect wedding, and the person I imagined was a lot like you. Beautiful, charming, and intelligent. Your one flaw, at least according to other people, is how funny you think my jokes are. B...
Weekly Contest #59
The whole world felt moody. Not angry, just a leave-me-alone vibe that encouraged people to stay indoors. Isobelle didn’t have that choice. Walking out the door after a hurried lunch, it felt more like early evening. The trees swayed like a drunk trying to walk, and the stray hairs on her forehead alternately whipped across her face or dangled in front of her eyes as brief periods of calm alternated with moments of chaos. She kept walking, even as the buffeting increased and the sky began to scatter droplets across the ground. Shifting from ...
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