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Weekly Contest #357
“Ameyong~” I called lightly, then continued a bit more worried, “Need help over there?” “Urgh!” I could hear her grunt with frustration before yelling, “Fuck off, prick!” “Hm.” I sighed. “What did I do?” I asked with a slight laugh, turning to my other companion. I waited for a moment, but he just walked off, ignoring my question. “How stoic.” I muttered, quickly turning back to my other companion. Watching her struggle was entertaining— sure, but we had bigger fish to catch, and she wasn’t making any progress. “You sure?” I went over to ask...
Weekly Contest #356
Prompt: Write a story about the aftermath of someone's sacrifice Title: Dying realization “Stupid fucking bee…” He muttered annoyingly. “Huh?” The woman treating him questioned weakly. She brought tweezers to the stinger and continued with a soft voice, “What happened?” The man didn’t reply, cursing again under his breath. It was a beautiful day— no clouds in the sky, the temperature at a perfect heat, and here she was— spending time with the ‘love of her life’. “Kallos?” She asked the man who shone radiantly. He responded, “The little shit...
Weekly Contest #355
‘Futures were forged through the blood of past hands, though such a path was beyond mortal choice. Death awaited all, but only some could await death—and even then, only a madman would dare.’ The pages turned softly under the dim light. He read solemnly as the candle flickered from outside rain. All he could do was turn the pages as they ran short, encroaching upon a predictable end. He didn't want to see something so beautiful end before its time. A heavy sigh escaped along with the book's soft close. He looked out the window, a slight regr...
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