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Weekly Contest #343
Margot Finch had not spoken in seventeen years.She lived in a narrow terraced house in Whitby, where gulls screamed constantly and tourists chattered their way up the hundred and ninety nine steps to the abbey. The world was full of noise, and Margot kept her silence like a religion.Her fear was simple, unconditional, and utterly irrational: she believed that if she spoke, she would die.It started when her mother passed. Margot had been arguing with her, some petty thing about washing up, and shouted, 'I wish you'd just drop dead!' Her mothe...
Weekly Contest #261
In "Ledger Legends Co." Samantha watched as Mr Thompson rambled on in his usual abrasive manner during their weekly meeting. His praise for her work seemed clouded with a condescending tone that raised her hackles. Was he simply trying to manipulate her, to keep her on her toes?She couldn't help but wonder what his true motives were. Did he value her contributions, or was this just another ploy to maintain control over his employees? His erratic behaviour and unpredictable moods left her on edge, never sure where she stood.'Yeah, probably tr...
Weekly Contest #260
Sarah stepped out onto the balcony of her small flat, a glass of wine in her hand, and savoured the balmy summer evening. What was it that drew her outside on this particular night?Perhaps she was looking for the gentle caress of a cooling breeze on her flushed cheeks. Or maybe she longed to bask in the glow of the rising stars and savour their soft radiance to calm her restless mind.More likely, however, it was the distant whisper of a male voice that lured her outdoors. She leaned against the metal railing and sipped her wine as she strain...
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