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Weekly Contest #206
In human terms, Freddy would be a ten-year old, but being an armadillo, he hadn’t really been around that long. The name Freddy is only an approximation of what his mama calls him, which can’t be translated into something we might understand, so we’ll just call him Freddy. One afternoon, while Freddy sifted through the soil for tasty white grubs, he felt a tremor. He looked up from his task and noticed the skyline wiggling. Then it jumped up. At the same time, the dirt beneath him sunk several inches. Before alarm reached Freddy’s consciousn...
Weekly Contest #128
The tea has always worked before. And nothing has changed. I measured the required aromatic ingredients, ran the hot water through it for precisely three minutes, stirred in the dollop of honey, and served it immediately, placing the steaming brew under her nose until her eyes flew open.Normally, it’s all that is required. Her hands would begin to quake. Then her shoulders would noticeably stiffen, and she would grasp the cup. A small sip, and she’d smile up at me, a dark crumble of blood dislodging from her lip. From there, everything would...
Weekly Contest #115
Nat desperately tried to maintain control of the motorcycle, now slowing while fishtailing slightly in the sandy loam. The headlights coming at him, one car passing another on the narrow highway, had mandated the desperate maneuver at over 70 mph. He had no other choice but to angle off the pavement and let the classic BMW twin slow itself. Any application of the brakes, front or rear, would likely throw the cycle into a slide he might not recover from. He had no desire to end up bruised or broken in the dark, this far from anywhere. Just pu...
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