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Weekly Contest #358
The Middle of the StoryThe first time I knew Luke would fail was the night he climbed onto the roof in the rain. Maybe I cared more than I should have, but after working across from him for years and trading stories at the mailbox, it was hard not to see pieces of my own stubbornness in him.I wasn’t spying. At least not intentionally. My kitchen window happened to face the old building he’d bought six months earlier, and around eleven o’clock, I noticed a flashlight beam cutting across the shingles.I walked closer to the glass.There he was. ...
Weekly Contest #292
The blade flicked open. No glint, no cinematic gleam—just a dull, dirty edge, meant for work, not show. A tool of necessity. A thing designed to cut, to rend, to ruin.The man who held it didn’t hesitate. I ran but he was faster. I struggled, but he was stronger. A hand like iron clamped around my wrist, twisting. The snap came first, an awful, sickening pop—a delay—one frozen heartbeat—before the pain erupted, jagged and raw. I gasped, or maybe I screamed, but it didn’t matter. The knife was already coming down.The first cut was al...
Weekly Contest #27
Ok, so I was twenty-five and my parents were getting nervous I would be a lonely old spinster like Old Aunt Gerta. I insisted that twenty-five was still young and I had dating under control. After all, I had subscribed to Love me online dating app. I had filled out my dating profile and swiped through ten matches per day. Each match I selected meant meeting for a drink or coffee and spending an hour listening to the boring routine first date diatribe.My mother didn’t buy into the earnestness behind my dating resolve.“Kathleena will be here t...
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