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Weekly Contest #361
The office was eerily quiet at this time. Hair dripping wet, Madeline settled down into her chair—her chair that was identical to everyone else's—and tapped the space bar impatiently to wake up her monitors. 7:00. Perfect. She had a routine. A routine she rarely deviated from. She liked it that way. The familiar clanking of Therese's ice approached from behind. Therese herself would silently walk by—aside from the ice—dump yesterday's old ice water and fill her two overly large tumblers with fresh ice and water, never returning the tray to i...
Weekly Contest #359
She stopped counting the days when she reached 3,498 days. Nine years, six months, and four weeks. She stopped counting not wanting to reach 3,653 days. Ten years. That's what she told herself, anyway. It seemed pointless to count anymore.She had no recollection of how she got there or how long she had been there. It was scary at first. It's just a dream, she convinced herself. But then night came. And night went. And it continued to do so, on and on and on and on.In the beginning she ran wildly without direction, believing she was taking th...
Weekly Contest #295
Madeline woke to the scent of rain, the sound of it tapping softly against the open window, a gentle rhythm that soothed her into stillness. The room around her was meticulously organized, the walls draped in slate blue—it was his favorite color, not hers. The clock indicated eight o'clock in the morning and next to it, a little bottle of pills with a note instructing her to "Take one" leaned against a still glass of water. So she took one not remembering why or what for.She stretched her fingers against the sheets, the fabric unfamiliar yet...
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