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Weekly Contest #370
Only two minutes had passed since he last checked the time, but it felt like fifteen. The station platform had become gradually busier in the time he had been waiting there. His worn sneakers hurt his feet after a day of walking around the warehouse facility, and it felt like the chilly air in the underground station was eating its way through his thin coat. His train would arrive in four minutes, and somehow he felt that if he wasn’t standing right on the funny-looking yellow dots near the edge of the platform, he would miss the train comp...
Weekly Contest #352
On the edge of an island high up in the Arctic Circle where time seems to stand still, lies a small red and white cottage, surrounded by icy snow, with the steel grey sea in front of it and the dark, endless, snow-capped forest behind it. In the cabin, Marie is preparing supplies and trying to stay calmer than her hammering heart feels. She blows a strand of her long blonde hair out of her eyes and throws a shawl around her slender shoulders. Through the window facing the sea, the sun glows halfway down the sky, illuminating the clouds and s...
Weekly Contest #350
I was just trying to live a simple life. Morning coffee, some deep breathing, warm and cold showers, early supper and drinks with friends were some of the simple joys within my busy work life as a single woman in London. The type of life that others crave, envy or loathe. I loved it. So it was bound to be disrupted at some point.. I had just sat down at my kitchen counter to devour my one-woman dinner of microwave lasagne and a glass of red wine, when my mobile buzzed. Whatsapp; my mother had just added me and several other names and phone ...
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