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Weekly Contest #297
Fifteen Hours Before the Execution“Name?”“The Countess of Lyttelton. Lady Wilhelmina Lyttelton.”“Name of the prisoner?”“The Earl of Lyttelton. Lord Matthias Lyttelton.”“And your companions?”“Lady Pembroke. Mrs. Shannon. And my maid, Phipps.”“Only two visitors at a time.”“Can’t you have a little compassion, sir? My husband is due to be executed at dawn. Let us console him.”“Two visitors.”“If we must. Mrs. Shannon, please come with me. Lady Pembroke, Phipps, wait here until Mrs. Shannon returns, then we shall trade places.”Fourteen Hours Befor...
Winner of Weekly Contest #261 🏆
January 27, 1997 Dear Aunt Beth Thank you for giving me a dollhouse for Christmas. I love it! Mom says I need to write you a letter to say thank you. Thank you!Love your neice Hanna December 26, 1998 Dear Aunt Beth, Thank you for the chemistry set! It is really cool! I already made a volcano! It exploded everywhere and the turkey got wet! Dad was mad but mom thought it was funny! Love Hanna April 25, 1999 Dear Aunt Beth, Thank you so much for taking me to Disneyland! I had the best time ever. I specially liked the...
Weekly Contest #260
Myrtle looked up at the behemoth of a building that contained her grandson’s office and tutted. “An entire city block and not a single bench,” she said to no one in particular. A young lady with her froufrou fluffball dog in a harness walked by. A flautist, certainly. Whatever happened to old-fashioned dog collars? The flautist and her dog sped away. Myrtle was exhausted just watching. Nothing doing, she’d have to go inside. It mucked up her plan to avoid Tyler noticing her, but her knees wouldn’t let her stand here all day. Myrtle wal...
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