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Weekly Contest #343
It felt like her lungs were on fire, but she couldn’t stop or slow down. Sylvia escaped through the forest. The men who had invaded her home were shouting orders to find her.The lights of society faded fast.She tore through brush, ignoring their whipping branches. The ice on the ground did little to numb the sting of glass in her feet. Once she was safe, she could take care of that. For now she needed to push through the pain.Her legs were quickly getting heavy. Why’d she have to let herself get out of shape? She knew this would happen event...
Weekly Contest #342
“Happy Anniversary, Sunshine,” Jake said as he set large white plates on the hospital’s over-bed table. It wasn’t the exact day, but it was close enough. Five years dating before five years of marriage. Jake felt incredibly lucky. He married the most beautiful, kind and funny woman possible. Just the chance of them meeting was stroke of luck.They were both in school at the time. He was taking accounting at Dalhousie and she was taking child and youth study at Mount Saint Vincent. They met at a bar that neither of them went to.Jack wasn’t mu...
Weekly Contest #314
There comes a point where wearing less clothing does nothing to deal with the heat. Doug ran out of clothing to remove ten degrees ago. The only thing left to remove was his own skin. The extra weight he had gained over the years left him feeling like he was melting into the couch. He used to be a fighter, but after taking a few too many blows to the head, he retired. Being only a halfway decent fighter didn’t leave him much for retirement though. All he had was his dog, a cheap apartment, and a beer gut. Muffin whined at the door to go for...
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