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Weekly Contest #378
It had been a hell of a few weeks in the town of Whipsfield. The disappearance of golden boy Jerome Jones, That fire at the Pendersons, The murder at the Pump N Dump. Those two psychopaths at that sleepover. Abby could safely say it was the most excitement the town had ever seen. And it didn't stop there either. Reports of bodies found and disappearances in nearby Strapsfield had made their way to the sister town. If people weren't panicking, then they were pretending there was nothing wrong at all. And any step out of the line for Everythi...
Weekly Contest #375
The Whipsfield Whisperer 50 years of Winslow’s - Kenny Teberick 1986 Whipsfield staple Winslow’s Diner celebrated its 50th anniversary this last Saturday, right in Town Square in Whipsfield. In attendance was Mr Winslow [72] himself with his wife of 40 years, Dottie [70] and their extended family of sons, daughters, nieces, nephews and grandchildren. Other party-goers include the mayor himself, the police chief, fellow business owners, schoolchildren and townsfolk all over. “Winslow’s will stand another 50 years! Mr Arnold Winslow declare...
Weekly Contest #337
Memory. That is what passes on into both history and legend. Recounts of traditions long gone and best left forgotten. One young girl recalled slightly cool air with the sun glaring down when she rose well past noon. Her mother had already left, but her aunts were there to see her off to her class that day, armed with her lunch, usually a concoction of leftovers from the night before or breakfast. It would either be history or art on the third day. The fourth would be sums or physical training. Her walk to and from was swift, but her mind ...
Weekly Contest #300
Autumn was close to its end. The air would change from cold to icily sharp, and the leaves on the ground would be replaced by white, crispy snow. The animals of the season were departing to their shelters for the weeks to come, and darkness was taking over the sky. Once she would have retreated once the Autumn was over, back to the house of burnt colours hidden away by the bramble to burrow under furs and dine at the harvest. To trek down the staircases formed by branches and bark and walk among the badgers and the squirrels like she was o...
Weekly Contest #281
Only one person gets into the grotto, every year. The village of Kringle looked forward to The Toymaker’s visit every year. His generosity, talent, and encouragement to the young urged them to demonstrate their inventions, with one selected to visit the Toymaker’s workshop. The whole of Kringle turned out to witness the event, stands selling hot cider and warm mash, hawking tree ornaments and nutcrackers, a bonfire was set up and the mayor would give a speech about Kringle and The Toymaker’s history. The children who were not selected each...
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