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Weekly Contest #356
May 3rd, 1877 Dear Mr. Crumpet, I am in receipt of your package, though I must admit I am quite surprised by its contents and am unclear about the reason for its sending. Of course, I do appreciate what you sent, as I know you well enough to understand that you are a thoughtful and intelligent person. Therefore, I request that, at your convenience, you provide a thorough explanation of exactly what I should be doing with it. I do not wish to appear insincere, or even foolish, but it is, well, how to put it—quite extraordinary. Please, sir, ...
Weekly Contest #353
The mud was thicker than molasses under my boots. I generally hate cliches, but it fits. It rained last night, and honestly, I despise feeding the fucking bull. He was always staring at me, always working something out. He was rarely aggressive; he just seemed like he was thinking more than any bull should be. An intelligence more of man than of bovine.I didn’t want the mud to be thick, in case today was the day he decided to chase me. If he wanted out of his barnyard, and he decided I was in his way, I couldn’t outrun him in this. My feet w...
Weekly Contest #347
“Here’s to our first million!” The words jump out of me, as I gaze across the table at the wonderful woman who has stuck with me for the last 20 years, waving a check in one hand and a glass of freshly-poured champagne in the other before clanking them together in a triumphant toast. Looking into her beautiful, emerald green eyes, she appears more radiant today than ever before. How could she not be? We’ve finally made it! After all these years, I’ve done something to make her proud. Who would have thought, out of all the songs I’ve ever wri...
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