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Weekly Contest #339
Home Sophie felt salty tear drops stinging her eyes as she pushed the code into the keypad that would open the door. Her husband, Ethan, stood a few meters away pleading, “Please take me with you. Please take me home.” She did not turn around as she exited. There was a worker gently holding Ethan’s arm who would guide him back to his room. Walking to the parking lot, she let the droplets run down her face and off her chin. This was a daily routine and today’s pleadings gave her a more intense gut-punch than usual which ...
Weekly Contest #216
Checkmate Shannen Taylor kicked a stone along the dirt road as he made his way toward the asphalt that would be teeming with heat as the temperature was already in the low nineties. Soon the stone was transformed into Bettle’s head and Shannen stopped to mush it into the dusty sand. It only made him feel better for a moment. Shortly after he arrived, Bettle would likely be at his desk with the perpetual mocking or ridiculous antics that often started his day. As Shanne...
Weekly Contest #174
Checkmate Shannen Taylor kicked a stone along the dirt road as he made his way toward the asphalt that would be teeming with heat as the temperature was already in the low nineties. Soon the stone was transformed into Bettle’s head and Shannen stopped to mush it into the dusty sand. It only made him feel better for a moment. Shortly after he arrived, Bettle would likely be at his desk with the perpetual mocking or ridiculous antics that often started his day. &nb...
Weekly Contest #120
This is a story of fiction, though it has racial undertones. As such, it may prove sensitive to some people. Meant to teach a lesson rather than spread racism, please excuse any portions that may cause varied emotions among readers. Freedom? “Back in my day, people had different colored skin which caused them no end of trouble.” My sister and I had settled into our pods in the common area of our dwelling. We were excited as our father had finally agreed to read to us from our Great Great Grandpa’s diary which had always held its designated...
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