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Weekly Contest #358
The Boiling Rose had closed for the night. Phoebe washed dishes as Cole stood in one corner of the kitchen, away from the windows, talking through his plans to sell the ring he’d stolen. He wasn’t really talking to Phoebe, mostly just thinking out loud, but she didn’t mind. She was tired. She just wanted to lock up the tavern and go home.The tavern’s door burst open, echoing from the front room. Cole ducked behind a barrel, and Phoebe cautiously approached the kitchen door. She made sure he was hidden before opening it.In front of the bar, s...
Weekly Contest #120
Vera’s bones felt heavy as she put on her apron. Her muscles were taut with apprehension - a feeling that never quite went away. Not anymore. As she smiled at her coworkers, she imagined one of those theater masks was over her face. A stretched smile hiding the person underneath. And who was the person underneath the mask? Vera wasn’t sure she knew anymore. The 17 year old girl who refused to hurt anyone? Did she exist anymore? Vera sighed, then caught herself. She rearranged her face back into its smile, and took her place at the re...
Weekly Contest #74
Time seemed trapped. I knew it was just the stress, but I felt as though everything that was happening was happening at the bottom of the ocean, the movements and sounds made sluggish by the water. My lungs struggled for breath, gasping and choking. My heart pounded in slow, thundering beats like a war drum. I stood, empty handed and restrained. My foe’s hand had my one good arm trapped in a vice grip, like a snake holding me still as it prepared to deliver the killing blow. I stared at my enemy as he slowly drew his blade. A thousand ...
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