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Weekly Contest #343
Brenda Jackson was halfway through a bag of salt-and-vinegar chips and a marathon of The Great British Bake Off when the ceiling of her St. Louis ranch home decided to dissolve into a shimmering lavender mist.Now, Brenda was a woman of substantial presence and even more substantial common sense. When the beam of light—which felt surprisingly like being wrapped in a warm, static-y fleece blanket—lifted her off her floral-print recliner, she didn’t scream. She just grabbed her bag of chips. If she was going to be an intergalactic specimen, she...
Weekly Contest #297
Elara traced the moss-etched stone of 205 Oakhaven cottage with a gloved finger. It had been empty for decades, a skeletal silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. Locals whispered stories – of a family vanished without a trace, of mournful sighs carried on the wind, of walls that remembered too much. Elara, a historian with a penchant for forgotten narratives, found herself drawn to its unsettling silence.The front door, warped and groaning, yielded with a reluctant sigh. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light that pierced the boarde...
Weekly Contest #205
“Mr Canter?” It was finally my turn. I smoothed out my jeans and red tee then ran my hands through my locs. I got up and followed the assistant as we walked into the office slowly. It was a throwback from the 70s if ever I had seen one, complete with flowered chairs and fainting couch with a plaid design and a lava lamp on the table. A woman who I assumed was Dr Andrea Goch sat in one of the flower power chairs, her curly brown head down reading what I presumed was my file. Upon hearing me walk into the room she looke...
The Road Back To Me Who the hell burns down their house trying to burn her ex-boyfriend's clothes? Me, that's who. I was just trying to do a ceremonial cleansing when a bee flew at me and I backed into the burning pit. The pit fell onto the deck and, well, the rest as they day is history. Que me driving to Tuskegee, Alabama to stay with my mom while I figure out what to do next. Thankfully I can do my job remotely so u dont have to worry about that part. Driving the 14 hours from St. Louis to Tusk...
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