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Weekly Contest #88
She could feel the ever tightening bind of their judgement whenever she slipped away from the refuge of her dwelling. Even the guard perched outside the door burned a hole through her skull with his spiteful gaze as she made haste for the forest. The whole village whispered falsehoods about Yrsa, the new wife of their chieftain. Nidingr, is how they brand her now. They cast their blame, but know nothing of the truth. Yrsa wore the hood of her cloak so low that if it was not for her knowledge of the village pathways, she would surely topple o...
Weekly Contest #85
Sarah sought refuge atop the roof outside of her bedroom window. She does this often in an attempt to escape the constant yelling coming from the living room downstairs. This time her mother was losing her mind over a text message John received from “some skank.” Other times they argued about Sarah and her “shit attitude,” according to John. But most of all they fought over drugs. Most of the yelling was over who did the last of it. Followed by who would be going out to get more and finally, who would be paying for it. This has been Sarah’s ...
Weekly Contest #83
“Well this is not how I thought we would finally get our vacation.” she says to her husband while tossing a pinecone into the fire. “That is if we actually make it there…” Her voice is hushed and full of dread. Her husband has tired sympathetic eyes. His face has aged notably in just a few weeks. He looks so rugged and wise with his beard overgrown like that. The amount of grey is so significant now, she thought to herself. She could not for the life of her remember how many weeks it had been. I guess that is what happens when no one...
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