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Weekly Contest #99
Through the kitchen blinds, I watch the sun peek over the horizon, its golden rays fanning out from a blood-orange sky. It’s early morning, but the steam is already rising up off the pavements. Feels like it’ll be a hot one, bright and muggy, a typical Aussie summer day.The thought twists my stomach into knots.I gaze around the kitchen, at the dishes piled in the sink, the flies buzzing overhead, smell the stink of the overflowing rubbish bin.I close my eyes and imagine my family seated around the breakfast table.“So Dad, what do I do now?” ...
Weekly Contest #96
The buzzing of the bees greeted Rosanna as she left the dusty road and turned into the meadow. The busy little workers were already up and about, gathering pollen from the multitude of wild flowers that dotted the field. Her green dress collected a spattering of early morning dew as she passed through the long grass. The heady fragrance of the lavender and the lilies made her feel giddy and euphoric … that, and being far away from home where her father could not tell her what to do or criticize her for what she didn’t do. Her fingers grasped...
Weekly Contest #95
God cleared his throat. Down on earth, a volcano erupted.“Pete, drop what you're doing and come over here,” he boomed. God was wearing a white lab coat that didn’t quite close over his portly frame and peering intently into a large vat. "Tell me what you think of this new animal I’ve created."St. Peter yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Sure, why not? It’s pretty quiet at the Pearly Gates right now - not many new admissions arriving these days.”He closed his registry, put his feathered pen in its inkpot, and floated over to the ad...
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