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Submitted to Contest #267
The sound of the conveyor lines running overhead ceased, and the vibration that thrummed constantly through the floor halted. Alex looked up. He was at his desk with a highlighter in hand. He rolled his chair out of the cubicle. At the next desk was his manager, Tim. As he opened his mouth to speak a voice crackled over the speakers and Alex cocked his head trying to hear. “Attention please, attention please. We are currently under a tornado warning. Please make your way to the nearest tornado shelter.” The voice—feminine and nasal and indis...
Submitted to Contest #263
He was a lordly sort of young man, with an average height and an average face. He was overweight—and it showed; yet he still was weakly built. His family had a small title, and small lands, though they were wealthy enough. He was rough and rude (a trait he came by honestly, though not for several generations), and was overly fond of drink, brandy especially. He had the habit, now he was the master of his own house, to have friends over most nights; and a raucous, loud, crude lot his friends were. His own lands were prosperous, entailing two...
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