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Weekly Contest #260
Nothing prepared Jim for the revelation that his whole life up until his thirtieth birthday had been a hazy of choices not really made by himself. The illusion that he had been the driving factor in the course of his day to day life faded away when Dr. Steinburg gave him the news. “Thank you for coming in Jim, we got the test results back,” Dr. Steinburg said as he looked back over Jim’s charts. The synthetic leather chair of the plater white walled room squeaked slightly against Jim’s faded jeans as he shifted in it. An uncomfortably long s...
Weekly Contest #259
“Alright, is nobody going to say it?” Silence greeted him from the three others who stood shoulder to shoulder with him. “She might look better dead.” The silence from the others broke with sharp exhales from their noses, and accompanied by biting lips. “What?” Greg continued, “I’m just saying you all saw what she was looking like near the end. It wasn’t a pretty sight.” “We all know she was worse for wear dumbass, cancer does that to someone. Doesn’t mean you have to go and say she looks better dead,” Greg’s brother, Geoff, said. “She’s sti...
Weekly Contest #256
“Nothing last time, so something this time,” he thought to himself. Everyone sooner or later falls out of the rhythm of their game, or job, or hobby. Life gets busy, work complicates things, and people still need to sleep. Though he relied more on coffee these days than a good night of sleep. Everyone knows that this isn’t good or healthy, and he still did it anyway. “I bet this wouldn’t be as hard if I were sleeping right, maybe five hours of sleep a night isn’t good. Doable, but not good.” Thank God for the standing desk that with the coff...
Weekly Contest #254
Music hung in the air and weaved between the finely carved and painted wooden pillars that appeared to hold up the night sky itself. “Wonderful isn’t it?” “Hmm?” Sir George said. “The ceiling,” Ambassador Hugo said, “the attention to detail is like none else in all the world. I have to imagine it’s a more welcome sight than the Fenlands. Wonderful that you were able to make it back in time to join us.” The trapped knight looked up from his drink at the ceiling in question. He hoped the gesture showed enough of an interest that the Ambassador...
Weekly Contest #253
Ian didn’t know how long he dozed off for. His gear weighed him down like a comfortable blanket. It reminded him of a heavy quilt that his grandmother made for him that saw him through many frozen Duluth winters. Though his current sleeping situation paled in comparison to his childhood bedroom. While it had an equal amount of army men, the windows didn’t open out to see that lake that shined in the morning sunlight. Sleep ran from him as the man next to him shifted, and shifted again. His neighbor’s gear now pressed into his leg just above ...
Weekly Contest #252
Clouds obscured the moon, allowing the street lamps to shine all the brighter. Though not bright enough to remove the darkness from all the nooks and crannies of the buildings along the street. These conditions came as a blessing for someone like Aoife on a night like this. This night she hunted, wanting to quell the hunger in her that gripped her mind and threatened to cast out her better judgment. She stood in one of these shadowed hideaways watching silently the early night patrons of the taverns and inns, the people going for late stroll...
Weekly Contest #251
Dim amber light from his torch reflected off the damp cobblestones as he walked through the old passageway. Sir George stepped carefully, the slick stones and the just steep enough incline of the passage could spell an unfortunate end to his exploration if he lost his footing. Behind him, a hand running against the wall, Yorri carefully followed his steps. Neither spoke as they focused completely on keeping their footing, Sir George occasionally glancing up to see if his torch light reached the end of the declining passage. Each time he did ...
Weekly Contest #250
Sir George knelt down alongside the hedgerow. His hand resting on the pommel of his sheathed sword, pressing it down to raise the tip preventing it from digging into the morning dew covered ground. The first sliver of the sun started to emerge from the horizon. His companion, Apprentice Yorri, squatted next to him. “Sir?” Yorri said softly. “Yes Yorri?” “Are you sure about this?” “Not in the slightest,” the knight said, looking at his squire with a grin. The look did not reassure Yorri, who’s brow started to dampen with perspiration. George ...
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