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Weekly Contest #343
SeanHis family didn't want a wake. I guess they're more of the short funeral, quick burial type. His dad stands up there and gives the eulogy with a quavering voice. I've never known him to care much about Adler; I can't tell if it's performative, or genuine. I glance at Alessandra. She watches his dad speak with a focused intensity.My back aches from sitting in this chair. Why are all funeral home chairs so darn straight?His cousin walks up to us after the service. She lays a hand on Ally's arm. “Alessandra, Sean, I am so sorry. I know how ...
Weekly Contest #342
“Russia has almost 6,000 nuclear warheads. It's only a matter of time until they use them.”“I agree. Tensions are getting crazy high between us and CRINK. It's the Cold War all over again, man, but I don't think this one's gonna stay on ice for long.”“What could we do against their combined hydrogen, Craig? Nuke em back? Destroy the entire world?” Rhett laughs blackly and glances at the girl next to him. She's looking at her hands. He thinks he shouldn't have brought her here. Sunlight doesn't belong in a grimy basement.The first man speaks ...
Weekly Contest #340
The best days are the ones where he looks at me more than her. Six months into the marriage, these days are getting more frequent, and I love it.I can sense her frustration when she tries to talk to him and he can't take his eyes off me. I suppose if I were troubled by a conscience, I might feel a little sympathy; but as it is, the most I feel for the woman is smugness. Being chosen above his own wife is the greatest honor someone like me can receive, and I intend to enjoy every second of it. It irks me when she wins, managing to capture his...
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