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Weekly Contest #365
“You guys can’t continue like this,” Agent Raegen criticized, staring ahead at us with an agitated glance that carried a glint of frustration. “It’s not conducive, and it isn’t healthy for either one of you.” I look away, feeling my cheeks burn a light shade of red from humiliation. “I understand you both aren’t exactly fond of each other, but you have to understand that confronting each other in an environment like this isn’t professional. You’re lucky that my sanctions aren’t severe.” I can’t bear to look in his direction. His presence in...
Weekly Contest #360
Dead people receive more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude. At least that’s what Anne Frank said. In this instance, I don’t think words quite could describe the way my heart is throbbing. Eyes fall on me the moment I pass the eroded gates that separate the cemetery from the cobblestone pavement. I am wearing a dress that is a charcoal coloured black and covers practically every part of me since I knew if I wore anything that showcased my chest or above my knee I’d be deemed as scandalous. My head is held low ...
Weekly Contest #323
“Nope, not happening.” Dahlia blurts out with no proper explanation to back up her refusal. I can’t mask my disappointment quick enough and she sees my disappointed expression and pursed lips. Danté, who was standing next to me, developed a similar expression. “We’ve never been out past 9 before! You know how important this is, so why won’t you help us?” I whisper, cautiously looking over my shoulder like an old-timely detective in this dim lit, windowless bedroom. “I want answers too, but I’m not stupid enough to get myself in trouble to in...
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