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Weekly Contest #343
We stand outside in our bare feet in the night. The dirt where cars like to drive up is redsparkly with firetruck lights on brokeglass. Our gray building’s streaked black with smoke and hose water. Our feet’s full of glass and black with our blood on the bottom, but nobody minds it for us and so we stop minding for ourselves. We smash dandelions on accident and then we worry.Dandelions are the best flower. We like them because when they die they give you a wish. We tell the time by our wishes.We wish for our mamas. We don’t know where they w...
Of course I struggle. The ropes aren’t that tight, and these girls aren’t used to tying knots. But there are so many belts around me that undoing two or three doesn’t do much good. The most I can manage is to wriggle, wormlike, and try to get away from the ruins of Sister Tiberia’s cell. I scrape myself raw, but I don’t like lying over a hollow, burned space in the earth. I don’t really expect that they’ll just leave me here to be roasted and eaten. But that seems to be what they’re doing. They invoked the Grand’Gul and now I suppose he’s o...
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