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Weekly Contest #41
“In all of God’s green earth, what in the hell is this?”“It’s highly unlikely this was in God’s original plans, Lucy.”“Why are you so goddamn negative all the time?”“It’s called being realistic.”“Nothing about where we are is realistic, Damian! You seriously think this place, of all places, is a natural occurrence?”“I’m not drawing any conclusions until I know any better. For all we know, this is a dream, and as soon as something bad is about to happen, we’ll wake up.”“Get your head out of your ass and open your eyes!” So Damian reluctantly ...
Weekly Contest #40
An age had come and gone; gone was the Middle Age and now - the dawn of the New Age. Gone were the petty wars fought over grain supply and the farmer’s daughter; now, deadly wars fought over reigning kingdoms and murdered monarchs have overtaken the minds of all. The birth of a new age is always painful. There are always those who protest its germination and its parturition. The process cannot be slowed and it cannot be stopped. For the past decade, Markus hadn’t pondered Marcius’ fate. And yet, there he stood, glaring at Markus with h...
The night had been busy, bustling with customers eating to their heart’s content, their stomachs fattening with every loaded bite of cherry cheesecake they shoveled into their mouths. I was sickened by the sight, but I swallowed my bile and reluctantly shuffled over to a customer’s table, slapping another plate of cheesecake in front of the obese man. “Thank ya, darling,” he drawled, his fork already buried in the moist white flesh of his third serving. I gulped as his cavernous mouth widened to accommodate the incoming bite, his jolly...
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