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Weekly Contest #348
Professor Nathaniel Vance - Ethics Professor Vance adjusted the plaque on his desk for the third time that meeting. As if touching it would somehow ground him in place. The members of the review committee weren’t exactly known for their patience or leniency. An ethics professor before the review committee. Would the irony never end? There was a clock ticking somewhere in the office, but Professor Vance never did actually see where it was. It wasn’t like he needed a clock. Punctuality was integral to being good at his job. Professor Vance w...
Weekly Contest #344
I drew in a deep, steadying breath as I turned the corner into the stone courtyard for the princess’s coronation, a deep feeling of knotted dread low in my abdomen. The modest courtyard was decorated in purple and pinks - a celebration as my beloved turned 25 and ascended the throne of the monarchy. We would not be allowed to be together until she could make the laws herself. I turned towards the center dais, knowing, that even though she would be queen - a forever with her would go against Fate’s plans. The stairs were burned into my min...
Weekly Contest #343
“Two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen, sevent—” “Hey!” Her shout cut through my counting, and I could feel the way my eyebrows knit together. “Hey!” she said again, this time softer. She was walking closer to me. Her gait was too slow to be a jog, yet aggravatingly too fast to be a stroll. I stopped walking, my fingers itching to keep walking and counting, but I took a deep breath instead. Dr. Thomas said I needed to practice. Practice, as she put it, “allowing life to exist.” Which I, frankly, thought was an idiotic turn of phrase. Lif...
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