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Weekly Contest #349
Troy's grandmother had lied. Nothing looked better in the morning. The distant sound of footsteps outside the warehouse cut through the fog in his mind. Thin fingers of sunlight crept through the cracks in the wall, but they did not reach him.How had he slept a full four hours? His eyes adjusted slowly. The lingering scent of hay and the earthy scent of animals that once were reminded Troy of his location. The night before came rushing back.“We knew that this day would come, honeypot. Everything will look better in the morning. I will say hi...
Weekly Contest #347
The bus was late. Not that this was a new occurrence, obviously. What did grate on John's nerves was the day it had decided to be late. The convention was in 45 minutes, three towns over. It would take 40 minutes to get to the conference centre. To make matters worse, the unforgiving sun was already blazing overhead. At 10am!"I bet you regret spending your savings on useless, unrewarding nonsense," his late mother's mocking voice echoed in his mind. His research was not unrewarding. It certainly was not nonsense. He did however regret not bu...
Weekly Contest #308
The air was heavy with the promise of a scorching season ahead. Global warming they labelled it. Charlotte hadn't made up her mind if she believed in all that. She had to admit that the summers had become hotter as she aged. How she had detested summer as a young girl growing up. " Well, you must suck it up," her mother would order. "That corn is not going to plant itself and you know that I need all hands-on deck." All around her people were preparing for the hot season. Inflatable pools of all shapes and sizes were scattered on lawns; bar...
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