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Weekly Contest #345
It was hot; that hot wheat had turned greyish-red with the scent of honey suckle heavy in the air. Squinting against the summery haze, Lace mopped his moist brow. His voice hadn't broken yet but he felt man enough when he was with Merv. Older and more serious looking, Merv had that look: the kind that suggested he'd spent a while in some correctional facility. Yes, Merv was tough, alright: something Lace aspired to be.Only he wasn't too sure about stealing chickens from Ol’ man Nettle's farm. It wasn't the stealing that bothered Lace. A chic...
Weekly Contest #210
"Heck, we would break down in the middle of some crazy forest !" Jonesy struggled to keep up with Hollins. He blinked through his spectacles struggling to see through the freezing fog let alone the trees and foliage. Hollins shrugged, parting a thorny bush aside before scratching his beard. " I see what you mean... Well uhm, let's keep movin'." "Place gives me the creeps," Jonesy tightened his scarf to keep the night air from biting his neck. "Isn't this where they spotted strange stuff hovering about..." "That's...
Weekly Contest #174
Victor was no match for the huge machines that hurtled past, sending a shock wave that ripped through his knees, making him stagger. Thick, black smoke gagged him, stinging his eyes. The huge aftershock made the lens in his spectacles crack such had been the vibrations from the giant machines that had now receded into the horizon. He steadied himself, a pebble in the barren landscape, caught in a gloom of black and grey. As if it would still be here in a million years. He was about to wretch again, realisin...
Weekly Contest #166
ERIC: “Now if you're sitting comfortably... Whether to retire or not can be fraught with anxiety but I'm sure by the end of this you'll agree with me that retiring can be both fun and positive. How about we first explore the options for retirement...?” FACTORY MANAGER:” I never finished tenth grade. What's that mean ?”STOCKBROKER: “It means what you gonna do with yourself when you retire.” ERIC” Correct! And whilst I nod and blink with enthusiasm, can everyone be positive about the subject? Well, don't all ...
Weekly Contest #164
"Where I come from is a little village in Nepal," Kendra replied in broken English, smiling politely to the customer. Furtively, she avoids his glance. The lobby is in mayhem with customers waiting to be seated, some shouting and others wearing tight, bristly expressions. Somewhere, a tray of drinking glasses shatters to the floor. "You don't look Indian, " the customer's tone is thick. "Erm, kinda," she gives another nervous smile, tapping the computer. "Your table's ready, forgive the wait." The lobby now bec...
Weekly Contest #160
Campua watched the city of mud shacks before him then turned around, greeted by the beaming shimmer of the sea. Many, many kilometres away it merged into the horizon. He watched till the glimmer hurt his eyes. At least their was freedom in turning his gaze away, but the feeling of sea sickness was still there. And thirst. Despite his city existing on the sea, drinking water was rationed. Behind him towered the huge factory that filtered and distilled the sea water, but it was a lengthy process. He w...
Weekly Contest #95
“Oh,” Rudi sighed, wondering if she should clear the leftovers from breakfast crowding the kitchen sink or deal with the junk she’d retrieved from the loft now piled high on her kitchen table. She’d promised to give something to the Church jumble sale and she hadn’t sorted out anything yet... There was that headache again ! The one she got from eating too much chocolate the night before. Or was it more the fact she had a decision to make ? Tossing a coin would have solved it but yes…That would mean having to make another decisio...
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