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Submitted to Contest #307
“Victoria Crow,” the woman’s sandpaper voice echoed through the room. Victoria’s heart skipped a beat. Already ? Her eyes shot up to the pendulum clock snoozing on the wall. It was only four twenty two; the official letter she had received summoned her for her exam at four thirty. Call her superstitious, but heading to the examination room eight minutes early was not a good omen. “Ahem,” the woman at the desk scoffed, detaching her obnoxious glasses from her page to look around at the few candidates left sinking in the waiting room’s se...
Story - Prompt : Start or end your story with a character making a cup of tea for themselves or someone else “ I’ ll make you a cup of tea,” she said as she disappeared into her kitchen, abandoning them to the silence of the overheated living room. “That would be very kind of you,” Lorena replied but the knot of their host’s white hair bun was all that was left of her before it too vanished behind the door. Lorena brushed her hands over her skirt to suppress the crease that had been settling since this morning. There was no re...
Story- Prompt : Write a fairytale from the point of view of another character She had walked into their lives like a dream. Years and years in the mines, haunted by the grimy, unescapable ash of coal, Grumpy's heart had jumped in his chest upon the sight of anything so white. They had found her in their bed, nested in the blankets like a frail bird. They had all stared, mesmerised, as the stranger’s chest rose up and down in harmonious rhythm. That night, the sight of her peaceful face had shone so clear in the candlelight. ...
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