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Weekly Contest #369
September held onto the summer, hugging a little piece of August tight against its chest even after August’s welcome was thoroughly worn out already. All the windows in Brooke's house were open. Through them, as she moved up the stairs, Edith heard someone mowing the lawn two doors down, and a handful of small children shouting in the sprinkler across the street. Brooke met her sister on the second floor, already apologizing. "You really don't have to do it all," she said hastily, her voice half-swallowed with embarrassment. She held her k...
Weekly Contest #353
[Set in the Pantheon of Worlds universe] South America felt the land bridge solidify, like scar tissue forming where no scar belonged. For sixty million years, since the age of dinosaurs ended, he had been an island continent, cradled between Pacifica's embrace and the younger Atlantica's shores. His isolation had evolved strange and wonderful creatures found nowhere else. The marsupials were his pride. Thylacosmilus, with teeth that curved like scimitars, who could take down prey three times his size. Borhyaena, powerful as any northern w...
[Set in the Pantheon of Worlds universe] Earth carried the heat and pressure for a long time before she named it fever. For millions of years it had built in slow degrees. Her air grew too thick, her surface too prone to flame. Lightning struck in the swamps; they were moist , but burned anyway. She had borne the strain the way she bore most slow things: with patience, and the faith that the imbalance would someday settle as it always settled. But it did not settle. It grew. Her air swelled beyond its proper boundaries. Pressure gathered i...
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