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Weekly Contest #334
On the cottongrass plain among its blue ridges the Anat-ka clan dug in heels for the winter. From the backs of their shorthorns they unloaded the heavy doorframes and the ribs and crowns and lattice walls of their yurts and divided them evenly between the households. Then, when each family had chosen their spot around the kinsfire, the Anat-ka men began to fasten the skeletons of the yurts together with cords of sinew. The women and older children brought over sheets of felted wool for the outer coverings and, together with the men, lashed t...
Weekly Contest #320
She ran barefoot over the hard and flinty earth of the forest, holding the baby close to her, looking around for where to go. The land was largely uneven where she went, yet out of it grew many types of trees that choked the ground with dusty knotted roots and overhead the sun was warm and high and rising and bore down through the leaf cover as though in pursuit. On all sides were lindens and sessile oaks and curling junipers that dug deep into the soil and held onto it jealously, and the lindens were full of cream-colored flowers that gave ...
Weekly Contest #315
Spring on the Maryland coast is mild and balmy. In the day the sun is bright and warm and flares down on the beaches, so when barefooted children rush downshore to the sea they feel the warmth of the sand with their toes and taste salt on the breeze. But at night there is no such warmth, and the water is deeply cold and ebbs and flows with the tide. The waves crash and the land cools and the coastal winds pour into the bay like sighs of the Mother Earth, and if rain comes it comes tenderly, soaking into the sand and soil.By the middle of Mar...
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