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Weekly Contest #315
James walked the shoreline slowly. To his left was a hotel, dark and silent, and on his right was Frenchman Bay, broken up by the porcupine islands. Looking up, the moon was large, but not quite full. A small sliver was missing just at the left edge. A waxing gibbous, maybe a day or two from being a true full moon. Looking at it irked James a bit, but the light it cast on to the ocean took away the potency of his anger. There were no waves, but the sway of the sea created a spectacle of flashing lights. It was like a million small jewels shi...
Weekly Contest #310
Cody chewed on the end of his pen thoughtfully as he looked at the page in front of him. He just needed one more line, and he needed it to be good. That was easier said than done. Eventually he wrote down: The memories have faded, and lord knows I’m jaded, but girl I’m lying if I say I don’t love you. Yeah. Yeah, good. Good enough, at least. He placed the pen into the small notebook he was writing in and shut it gently. Carefully he rebound it in the leather strip he had attached to the spine and placed it in the drawer of his desk. He l...
Weekly Contest #308
Luka cried as he stepped out into the sunlight. He cried for two reasons: the first was because the sunshine felt deliciously warm upon his skin. It was summer now, and fresh wind blew in from the west, playfully toying at the loose threads of the rags he wore. The second reason he cried was because it was better to get the tears out now rather than in that dank and humid room he was being shepherded to. Luka was savagely shoved forward by a calloused hand. Behind him were two men, both in navy blue uniforms and wearing short-billed hats. I...
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