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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 ...
"Come on, Fig!" Ellis shouts, voice reverberating around the trees. I can't see him, only his stupid red backpack, but his voice is loud enough that it slithers around the tall, haunting wood like a snake, winding and whining."Damn it, E! Wait up," I pant out, tugging headlamp more tightly over my forehead, as my foot stumbles into a dip. "You don't even know where you're going.""Yeah, well," Ellis comes into view now, stretching his arms above his head and giving a toothy grin my way, bathed in the fluorescent light by the time his footstep...
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