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Submitted to Contest #241
“Have you heard the news?”, Elias finally asked when breakfast was close to its end. He meant to ask for a few days now, but his father’s temperament towards such things made it hard to trust he would handle the topic appropriately. And as he expected, a warning glance shot at him from across the table. Breakfast was never his talkative time, but the silence felt strangling now. As if breathing in too much air at once would poison his lungs.“Well, what is it you want to tell us, Elias?”, his father asked. Or rather warned.“Well, sou see, a l...
Submitted to Contest #239
The rain was rising from the puddles, which makes it hard to avoid getting wet. I tend to stay along the paths that were never rained on to begin with or spaces that were already dry again. Good thing it’s an unusually warm spring, so most of the water dries away before it can climb to the sky again. Still, it will most likely rain tomorrow if this continues. Like everyday, I entered a small bakery near my apartment before I got to university. A few people already stood in line. Immediately in front of me was the store’s owner from yesterday...
Submitted to Contest #238
“Did you see this?!” Manon slammed a leaflet onto the table before she sat down. “This wandought thinks he can do whatever he pleases.” The young woman sitting next to her gave the leaflet a quick, worried glance. “I understand that you’re mad, but he is still the king. If anyone hears us…” “No, Colette, she’s right!” The last fellow at the table had picked up the leaflet and just received the news written on it. “Someone should really just take his neck and crush it until all the air in it has left.” Colette sighed. “I understand what you ...
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