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Weekly Contest #209
With one final sigh, the sun sank below the horizon. It's colors of orchard yellow, peach, and mauve trailing after it and fading into the quite stillness of night. Peter flicked on the headlights of his beat up Honda Civic, and continued speeding down the straight stretch of highway, anxious to be at his destination. Pinpricks of stars began to appear in the dark night sky, and the moon began to poke it's head above the tree tops. Peter hated driving at night. He could not confirm it but he was almost certain that he had some form of nigh...
Weekly Contest #158
The night air was stifling. The month of August had never seen such an oppressive heat wave. The humidity pressed up against the windows, the brick and paneled buildings, and saturated the air until everyone was panting and sweating and begrudgingly patting down their poufy and frizzed hair. It clung to every breath, every particle of clothing, and made everyone miserable and short tempered. Despite the absence of the sun, the heat had become more unbearable in the blanket of the night. Completely a contradictory to basic laws of nature. Tho...
Weekly Contest #156
Warning: contains vulgar language Her mind was ripping into pieces. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on her deep breathing exercises. Even though she was sitting in her MotorInn’s motel room, and she felt the cheap comforter against her body, and heard the air conditioner humming in the window, and smelt the artificial citrus scented cleaner that they used to cover up those other smells (in God’s name, what were those other smells), she felt like she was caught halfway in a dream. She couldn’t be positive if it was her beds...
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