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Weekly Contest #292
That Saturday afternoon, the museum was bustling with activity as the visitors, both young and old, flocked to see the exhibit. Sara stood at the entrance of the Museum of Revolutionary Art, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her neat navy blue dress. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, glancing around at the throngs of visitors who filled the gallery with chatter and laughter. Her heart raced as she spotted a group of enthusiastic children pointing excitedly at a nearby sculpture, their voices rising above the am...
If only she could go back in time and stop herself from buying that cursed mirror... Mesmerised! That was the right word for what happened to Primrose that Friday afternoon after high school. She closed her eyes, now laying on grass in pain, smoke engulfing her surroundings and recalled the exact moment when her life changed forever... only for the worse! That afternoon she ran down the street in a hurry. She couldn’t afford to be late for her part time job... not again. She threw a look at her watch. 3:50 PM. She shook her head in disbe...
Weekly Contest #128
It wasn't an ordinary night. It was the darkest night of my life. Heavy drops of rain splashed on my car's windshield. Howling strong gusts of wind accompanied by the loud thunder and the heavy rain were the only sounds I heard when I drove on the road. The sky was a special kind of blackness, the kind with few scattered stars that sparkled with a strange flickering brightness. The road which was devoid of street lights was enlightened by lightning from time to time. Not another car in sight, I thought. Yet I preferred driving in this lousy ...
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