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Weekly Contest #245
Stanley grimaced as the Whiskey burned down his throat in an agonizing but pleasant way. Shouldn’t he be used to the sensation by now? He couldn’t remember how many drinks he already had. The barman was quick in taking away his empty glasses and replacing them with full ones. If only life would work that way too, he thought bitterly. Replacing everything that’s gone with something new. He had lost everything. First his wife, his kid, and now his job. And no replacement in sight. The empty glass clanked on the sticky counter. He caught t...
She took a deep breath and peeked around the side curtain of the stage. The bar was full of people talking animatedly, drinking cheap beer and wine from plastic cups. Among the smiling people in flannel shirts and jeans, she could make out some familiar faces of long-lost friends, teachers and other random folks from her time growing up in this place. She felt strange being back in her hometown, the place where she had made her first attempts at music and the place where her dreams had nearly been crushed. She clutched her guitar to her...
Weekly Contest #163
Adam had always been the rational type. He loved numbers and statistics. He didn’t believe in destiny, until that fateful rainy Monday morning, when he was stuck in a queue at his favourite coffee shop. He didn’t like when things didn’t go as planned and this waiting was delaying his daily schedule. He tapped his foot impatiently, checking his watch every few seconds, while the line seemed to move at a snail’s pace. When it was finally his turn to order, someone bumped into him, and he felt a scalding heat on his chest. “What the ...
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