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Weekly Contest #367
Saerie paused, her arm stretched high, hand hovering right under the warm brass handle, contemplating the enormity of this simple act. The space between her fingers and the door was smaller than a plum, if ripe, ready to burst under her grip at the slightest pressure, and leak its nectar into her mouth. All she had to do was reach a bit higher, and squeeze. But it wasn’t yet ripe. It was dense, and green, and simply not ready. She dropped her hand, and turned to Chail, his reaction exactly as she anticipated. 100 years journeying toget...
Weekly Contest #366
PJ bit his nails as he stared out the window, tapped his foot incessantly in the passengers seat, and thought he was going to be sick. He wasn't actually going to be sick. He just thought he was. PJ was actually just feeling too many feelings, all too strongly, all at once. Excitement. Relief. Irritation. Fear. All churned and bubbled within him, growing more potent each time his mother hit a pothole, deepening his belief that he was going to throw up. He almost didn’t ask for the tickets. They were definitely too expensive. But the show was...
Weekly Contest #311
“Rocking the Patagucci, eh Jamie?” Sandeep jeered, as James approached the table. “You know it bro,” he replied, and caressed the Patagonia label on his $200 fleece zip-up sweater. He shook his $24 salad with his other hand, while eyeing the sandwiches the rest of the group had in front of them. “Carbo-loading today, fellas?” “Oh, please. We aren’t all trying to be in a calorie deficit like you,” said Melissa. She had opened her sandwich and was picking out all the red onions, placing them on a napkin. “Although I could go for a salad, rathe...
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