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Weekly Contest #51
“So, how do you know Aaron?” “Sorry?” He pulls his eyes from the stars and forces them to meet those of the attractive woman approaching him with a beer in hand. “How do you know Aaron?” she says again. “Work.” She takes a swig from her bottle, smacking her lips a little. “Yeah? What’s your name?” He hesitates. “Sam.” “Aymara.” She switches the beer between her hands and extends one to him. He shakes it, then looks back up through the skyglow at the stars. He loves how clearly he’s been able to see them lately. “What’re you do...
Weekly Contest #50
“May.” I whisper her name, but it gets drowned out by the breeze. The leaves shiver in the trees. I take another step. Dry bark crackles beneath my shoes. “Mayday.” My heart’s going fast. My palms are cool, sweaty. I still scare so easy. I hate it. “Rawr!” May jumps out from around the corner of the next building. I kinda expected it, but of course, I reel back. Her eyes are all scrunched and she’s making claws with her hands. “Dammit, May.” I loosen up. “I told you to stop doing that.” “Why?” She’s got this grin on her face that...
Weekly Contest #48
“Shit, shit, shit.” Thomas repeated the word over and over again as tapped away at the button for the crosswalk. “Wait.” The automated voice fired the word back at him. It was deep, dry, and disinterested. Also damn annoying. So, Thomas’ finger kept tapping away. “Shit.” “Wait.” “Shit.” “Wait.” It took an eternity for the light to change, and as soon as it did, Thomas bolted across Lemon Street. Of all the days to be running late. And, of course, the Holland Briggs Theatre was the furthest building from Student Parkin...
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