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Weekly Contest #293
Paul and Ryan fell to the floor, exhaustion seeping through their bodies like water. Electronics hummed as the train picked up speed, the movement of the carriage pressing against every ache and bruise they carried. “Are we the only ones who made it?” Ryan mumbled, numb from shock. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Paul said in a small voice, hand rubbing Ryan’s shoulder. He could feel Ryan trying to stifle his sobs, how tense his shoulder was under his fingers. “It’s ok. Let it out.” Those words were enough as Ryan’s strength left him, and his sobs f...
Weekly Contest #278
Kate suddenly looked up from her clenched hands and glanced around, her mind not comprehending the courtroom, the jurors staring on with indifferent faces, the men and women in sharp uniforms that stood around the room watching her with intent, the judge who slammed her gavel with force, making Kate jump and focus harder. “Are you going to answer my question, Miss Doe?” Kate stared at her, uncomprehending. “I’m sorry, what?” Kate saw the people in the jurors’ box whispering to each other, could hear more whisperings behind her and only now b...
I look at the man who raised me, who clothed me, who had been my entire world and I feel the tears falling when I ask, “Why?” He looks at me and then at the knife in his hands, the blood encasing the handle and his hand as if to keep him attached to his crime, to the sin he just committed. “Honey, I didn’t, I didn’t have a choice. It was either him or us!” His voice rises to a shout, and I flinch, and he notices and takes a step forward. “Honey please,” he says, and now I see the tears falling down his face, “You must believe me. It had to b...
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