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Weekly Contest #224
She caught sight of him at dawn when the sun woke from its slumber. He for a brief moment saw her at dusk when the sun peered over the horizon, and the moon rose to take its place. Like passing trains in the midst of night they traveled separate journeys. Neither spoke much these days, buried by the silence, and the reluctance to resolve their troubles. Puppy love turned to malevolence quickly after the weights of life beared down and reality sank it's teeth deep into their teenage fantasy. Brenda and Damon, almost thirty, no longer relis...
Weekly Contest #185
There was a place for everything, but it was all out of place. Forty-six years, two wives, three kids, and four grands all stuffed into that dusty two-bedroom shack, filled with memories. Robert Goast was a miser. A miserable old man who slept in an armchair because his bed was filled with—memories. His two wives were dead. His children had been excommunicated for their lifestyles. He had no one but his things. His hoard made him proud. The city officials posted a notice, calling his residence unlivable. They threatened to evict him. He woul...
Weekly Contest #184
In the end, it comes down to me. I am the one the killer cannot seem to finish. The one that he consistently toys with until she has had enough and finally meets him on his own level of crazy. I am the final girl. Depending on which version you prefer, I may be Jamie Lee Curtis or Heather Langenkamp. I’d rather be Jamie. Forty years and she is still kicking butt. The girl in the movie runs and looks back. As usual, she falls and I yell at the TV. “You idiot... get up. What are you doing? Run?”My phone chimes. It’s a text from my mom. MO...
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