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Weekly Contest #251
“Dispatch, show us on scene. 10-97.” Officer Greg Coole said into his dashboard radio, the red and blue lights atop his cruiser illuminating the mist around him; In the passenger seat next to him was a fidgety stick of a man by the name Jordan Westmore.“Sir?”“What is it, Westy?” “I was just curious…” A line that was spoken often according to the sigh that slipped through Officer Coole’s lips. “I was just curious why we pulled up with only the lights, shouldn’t we have ran the siren?”“When we got the call for a wellness check what did Di...
Weekly Contest #250
Money is the root of all evil. At least that’s what my pop always told me growing up. “For outlaws there ain’t nothin’ more important than money. Everything they do: Lootin, killin, extortion, all just to serve their pockets no matter the cost to anyone else. That’s why outlaws always die in the end.” “Is being rich bad, pop?” The old man chuckled, his graying whiskers twitching with his exhale.“Depends who you ask, boy. Treat people right with it and you’re good in my eyes. Whatever you did to get that money is between you and God.” I didn...
Weekly Contest #249
You let your head fall into the soft cradle of a cool pillow on a hot night, summers were always rough for you growing up, that sweltering heat comes and the City’s voice becomes near constant. You’re happy to finally be able to go to one of the few places where your curse can’t follow you; your dreams. Ever since you were a child the City has spoken to you, though never directly as a person would, the City spoke by flooding you with: visions, tastes, sounds, and sensations all felt by others. Some days you’re treated to the scent and flavor...
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