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Weekly Contest #90
I caught the tree branch in my padded black hand, using my newfound strength to propel my body towards the sky. Swiftly latching onto the next branch of the overhead canopy's, I rolled in the air to leave myself dangling from only my tail. This left my hands free to swat at the juicy fruit hanging nearby. Just as my fingers were so nearly touching the prize, my best friend Miki flew past me in one giant leap, snatching the fruit from in front of my eyes and disappearing into the foliage. Despite being the same age, he was larger, faster and ...
Weekly Contest #89
I was somewhere around Chapel Street when I awoke with a start. The cardboard beneath my body was damp and had allowed the grime of the city streets to soak into my tattered coat as I slept. My aching eyes peered around me cautiously, searching and evaluating my surroundings before daring to move. Taking in the rush of bodies in suits and shirts, blouses and polished shoes. Smartly dressed folk; men and women pursuing money night and day in a perpetual pointless race to add another 0 to their pay cheques. I wondered how many hours did they s...
Weekly Contest #79
I didn't hear the letter come through the door that morning. I heard the barks of our dog warning the postman off. I lay there, not yet willing to let my hazy dreams slip away. Not yet willing to accept the start of another long sleep-deprived day. I groaned as I finally half-opened my aching eyes and swung my legs out of bed. My feet momentarily touched the cold wooden floor and recoiled, before finding their way into the fluffy slippers. This was a well perfected routine, standing and stretching before my eyes came to rest on that same old...
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