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Weekly Contest #370
Falling from the graceful clouds of sleep, and tangled up in more covers than a trashy karaoke band, the boy's alarm trumpeted through his room, shouting the raucous song of "Tubthumping". He grunted, lifting his heavy head to stare at his phone, dancing with the sound of passionate Brits. We'll be singing, when we're winning.They were singing, all right. Unfortunately, Anthony was tone deaf.Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, he swallowed, feeling something short of hope in his throat as he tried to make sense of the clock's numbers...
Weekly Contest #356
The phantom feeling of feathers arched across my shoulders never seems to go away. Ambient orange light washes over my boxy metal bed. As I tuck the rigid sheets under the mattress, I rub a hand over my back. There are shadows around me, moving robotically to make their own beds. Tugging on the final end of the foam, I strain my arms to the ceiling, bathed in the fiery, golden locks of the sun, and lug my arms into the field jacket hanging off my bed post, then strap gear to my back. Clipping on my M1 helmet, I listen for the crickets. The s...
Weekly Contest #352
The countryside was bleak, leeched of any color it might have kept in ancient times.Sarkis blinked against the harsh grays of the morning and wished the bleached sun would burn some chroma into his vision. None of the star's bright oranges touched the land's edges. It only scorched Sark's bare shoulders, clashing against the breeze of the summer morning. His curls-almost, but not quite Roman-ruffled in the wind. He sighed, stretching his shoulders out to the sky, and getting to work, grasping his crook with slender hands that held no blends ...
Weekly Contest #348
When the last bit of ice fell through the carved hole, Ahnah's hands felt like they were stung by jellyfish of ice. Cold covered her warm, flushed skin in a blanket as mesmerizing as death. Water sluiced off her fingertips as she shifted to sit on her knees.Ice was brutal in many ways.She had never seen a stinging jellyfish, but she knew how to tell a dramatic tale of one. Ahnah had listened to a dozen of them herself. Whenever she thought of jellyfish, her father's voice echoed in her head like a sonorous melody. He talked of bigger things ...
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