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Weekly Contest #366
Content warning: this story mentions domestic violence. A story about an unreliable narrator. That’s what she wants. And of course, we all know how that goes. Friday and Saturday she’s just thinking. Quietly. By Sunday she has a plan. And by Monday morning I get summoned from my slumber back on the page. Ready to impersonate another protagonist. This time the narrator acts all charming and likable, but she turns out to be the murderer. Tessa gets attention and the reader gets to chuckle smugly, thinking, "I totally saw that coming." The read...
Weekly Contest #365
“Here, take a cup of coffee. That always works for me.” Lauren gives her coffee machine an affectionate pat. Jill just looks at her as if she’s offering rotten fish. Olivia bursts out laughing. “Jill is exactly like me, she never ever drinks coffee.” Lauren shrugs. “What are you so worried about anyway? It’s a date, not a medical procedure.” Jill smoothes down her dress. “I really, really like him. We make such a good team.” Now Olivia looks at her friend with indignation. “If it’s all so great, why do I have to come along?” “For James, of ...
Patris looks up from his phone. “Mom called, by the way.” Sameya raises her pointer finger and nods, but finishes the paragraph she’s reading. “Are you listening? She wanted you to ask the gynaecologist if they could send the gender only to her. For some stupid reveal party. I already said no.” Sameya puts her finger on the sentence in her book and looks at him. “Why not?” She’s already waited three months for this moment. What’s one more week? “Honestly, it sounds like a nice idea.” Patris sighs, tilting his head back. “You just don’t get i...
Weekly Contest #363
Contains references to child trafficking. No graphic descriptions. Boyak puts on his boots. Always the left one first, then the right one. And the shoelaces have to fall into just the right kind of casual carelessness. He used to watch his father tie his boots like this every morning. And then, one morning. Boyak clenches his jaw and stomps his feet hard on the ground. He stands up and immediately has to bend forward just to get through the door. He marches through the city with long strides. It's only morning, but it's already hot. Tourists...
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