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Weekly Contest #341
“One more.” “Alexei, I don’t think you shou- “ “One more.” The smell of chalk hangs everywhere. The powder creeps up my nose and inside my clothes. It has that specific odor. One that reminds me of the time I accidentally ate a piece of chalk after I got hit in the head. Sweat coats my forehead, but I don’t bother to clean it up. The last rays of sunlight reflect across the hall, lifting the eerie atmosphere of my boxing club. My hands crash against the bag. It caves like it’s made of paper. It caves like I’m made of stone. After a couple ...
Weekly Contest #339
In order to tell this tale, I must first admit it’s been a while since I last shared it. The details are a little foggy, and I advise you not to believe everything I say. This tale is one of Time himself, and therefore cursed to get lost one way or another. I, however, will try my hardest to let you in on the beautiful but heartbreaking history of Henry. Henry lived his life with an unmatched zest for it. He was a husband to a wife he adored. Many believed he was planning to build her a statue in their garden, his way to keep her beauty ali...
Good. No problem. No problem at all.I was just about to leave anyway. His eyes make my back itch. With the last shiver of self-respect I have left, I clutch my hands together and shield my watch from the snow. The cold bit even more than the merchant’s words, which is weird because I should be used to the cold by now. As I carry myself across the ice-covered crossroads, my eyes trail the mass of people around me. They are smiling. Sharing stories. They are already showing each other what they bought. They are pointing at the beautiful deco...
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