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Weekly Contest #374
Dr. Amil Nguyen steps into her darkened home, picking up the mail on the floor that had been slipped into her mail slot over the week she's been gone. It had been a long week at the Capitol, trying to get people who can do something to act, trying to lobby for better environmental protections and for these people to actually uphold the laws they swore to protect. She sighs deeply, flipping through each piece, most of it junk, as she kicks the door shut behind her and wanders further inside. Amil doesn't see much of any interest among them. A...
Weekly Contest #373
"Alec, put your hat on!" his mother shouts from the kitchen. "You don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose. You'll get sick." 9-year-old Alec rolls his eyes, but stuffs his beanie on his head, red like Santa's hat. His mother comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a towel, a small frown on her face and brows furrowed. "Sweetheart, hold still," she says, throwing the towel over her shoulder before reaching to fix his hat. "Mom," he whines. "I just don't want you getting sick," she tells him, giving him a sterner look. "Just- make sur...
Weekly Contest #334
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. That was the first thing Rain had noticed when she woke up. Rain pauses, frowning, blinking at the open sky above her in confusion. Wait… What? That’s not right. She thinks to herself, sitting up and looking around, face still drawn in confusion and now pinched in concern. Did I knock myself out, and now I’m in some kind of fever dream? Did I get kidnapped or something? She hadn't gone to bed on frigid ground, covered in snow, without a roof over her head. Her home was warm, ...
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