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Weekly Contest #263
“Breaking news. Planet Earth had stopped rotating for approximately fifteen minutes this morning. The planet resumed rotation. Physicists remain confused over this phenomenon. We are interviewing-” The screen turned dark, reflecting my blank face back at me. I felt a hand ruffle my hair. It was my father. It was also my father who turned off the television. “You don’t have...
Weekly Contest #261
It was Mother’s Day, the annual celebration of all mums worldwide. Except the morning weather didn’t seem to agree. Big, fat raindrops fell on the ground in a rhythm that would make any drummer proud. Timmy shut the windows. He wanted to do something for his mum. Something that would make her smile so bright the sun would feel inadequate. He tiptoed into the living room, only pausing to push open the door to his mum’s bedroom. Soft snores greeted him, in tune with the rising and sinking of her chest. Timmy quietly slipped out of the house th...
Weekly Contest #255
“My phone !” My screams were covered by the revving of car engines. I was on the other side of the pedestrian crossing when I realized it. My handbag was – the lights turned from green to red when I felt the pavement vibrate. Then a flock of cars rumbled past. After the noise cleared, all that was left was a ringing in my ears and my dirty handbag in the dust. My legs were rooted to the spot. It wasn’t until other pedestrians started to cross the road did I reminded myself to move. Breathing was suddenly harder. My hands shook as I unzipped ...
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