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Weekly Contest #368
As the subway whistled to signal its approach to the platform, the security guard, having completed his shift, gazed at the people rushing to work. Every day, a certain number of people, especially at this time, would arrive at this platform along with the others who were late, as punishment for oversleeping, rushing their children to school, and not hearing their alarms. The city was already crowded, but this line was the main hub for this part of the continent. This was one reason why it was so crowded at the beginning of the morning and t...
Weekly Contest #362
Somewhere in a metaverse, there was someone shaking their hips to the music. The singer was singing a song about apples. Apples turning green and yellow; apples in the sky, apples being thrown, the apple… Then, one video later, there was someone holding an electronic product in their hands, an unboxing video in a silent, brain-tickling style. The product has a bitten apple logo on it. One video later, there was someone giving a recipe for an apple pie. The woman seemed old enough not to know internet memes, but still cracked ...
Weekly Contest #360
She was looking out the window from the moving car. Her father was driving with the usual expertise that she knew her entire life, but she did not want to see her father’s face, which is why the seat behind the driver’s was her haven. There was rage electrifying the air; she knew she had nothing to do with it, but somehow, there was a feeling pooling deep inside. She did something wrong to bring the rage to the surface. There were signs, knuckles getting hard on the steering wheel, his nose making noises signalling deep breaths. When her fat...
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