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Weekly Contest #51
The women watched the leaders clothed in black cloaks as they sprinkled drops of blood around a tomb they excavated, from a sheep the leaders sacrificed before the ceremony. Everyone else in the room was naked, their arms stretched out to a person front in line, fists clenched and ready to jump into the tomb after a signal from the leaders. The leaders bowed in unison after casting the lifeless sheep in the grave and slowly retreating towards the naked women in the room, with their palms open, an indication that it was time, “save yourselves...
Weekly Contest #49
Zia watched in awe at the dense fog gradually spreading across her lawn as if seeing it for the very first time. She sat snugly at a rocking chair with Ozzie, her Dachshund companion from the front of their veranda, who was an anniversary gift from her loving husband Tim. She fell in love with the puppy the moment it ran towards her with enthusiasm as Tim wrestled to unwrapped it. Ozzie belonged with them, she was their baby girl. She slowly rocked the chair, her arm around Ozzie as they watched the darkness envelope the yard. The wait was b...
Weekly Contest #47
You looked out the window and, not for the first time, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been this week. Covering your shivery tiny limbs over the hospital gown with the quilt nurse Dora gave you on her last shift, you close the curtains with the window still open, the cold breeze pushing through the curtains. It was promised the night would be warm as you watched the late night news with the receptionist. You sat cross-legged with your whole body covered, with just your face peeking through the quilt, looking around the dim l...
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