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Weekly Contest #127
New England, 1815Emma Hollingsworth was dead alright. The carriage door must not have been secured properly for it slipped open and Emma tumbled out and hit her head on a rock. She lay where she fell as limp as a boned-fish. When the doctor was rushed onto the scene to examine her battered body and bruised head, he pronounced her expired. Now she serenely lay under six-feet of spring soil and a heap of sympathetic flowers. All manner of folk in town came to cry over her grave. I tried very hard to cry like a dutiful mourner, but the tea...
Weekly Contest #38
They called her the “Sunset Spy.” Every evening she was at her window to wish the day goodbye and welcome the night with a smile so bright it was comparable to the wakening stars. At first the neighbors were perturbed by this suspicious character of the golden hour. Why was this little girl hanging out the window of her two-story suburban house with wet hair and binoculars? Was she spying on them? Were those binoculars peeking in through their windows?A week or so after the girl’s family moved into the town, a few of the suburban dwelle...
Weekly Contest #37
When Darby Reddington began her day at work, she did not expect it to end with her yelling at a garbage man. It started off as a normal rainy day at the library. Such days hold a certain allure to many, including Darby. There is a coziness to be found in the musty shelves, worn spines and dry pages while rain pelts outside. However, Darby was not in the mood for a rainy day. She was filled with antsy spring energy and the last place she wanted to be was stuck inside. But seeing as she was stuck inside, she decided to use that energy to clean...
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