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Weekly Contest #344
Flick. Spark. “You know I hate it when you do that,” he said. “And you know that’s exactly why I do it,” she replied. He sighed, tapping the gas pedal, allowing the car to speak for him. It shot forward down Highway 103, a two-ton silver bullet carving its way through the night. Were they going anywhere in particular? It was hard to say. “Do you enjoy making me uncomfortable?” There it was. Blunt as ever, yet at the same time more delicate than a house of cards. Nearly a minute of silence. “What do you mean?” The safe answer. A delay real...
Weekly Contest #324
Carter says it was the still water that killed Troy. Normally you’ve gotta take anything Carter says with a whole handful of salt, but I can’t think of anything else it might’ve been. Still, I’ve got loads of better things to do than admit Carter’s right. Things that those stuffed shirts at the Academy couldn’t even fathom, because they’re too busy learning how to kill ghosts, and they’re too dumb to know that actually it’s ghosts that kill you. Of course, we didn’t know the water had ghosts in it, otherwise we never woulda dared Troy to ju...
Most schools offer a wide variety of degrees, hoping to be the stepping stone to dozens or even hundreds of possible careers. Wrathbone’s Academy of the Supernatural and Paranormal turned this concept on its head. The school offered a single career path that many coveted but few obtained. Nicknamed the “WASP” or just the “Academy,” the nine-story stone building sat in the heart of Vassensstad like a watchful giant, crowned with a dome of jade. The main doors opened just twice a year: once in August, to let in hundreds of eager students clad ...
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