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Weekly Contest #340
Emma closed her eyes, content in her own essence, but an itch of discontent rippled through every cell of her being. She felt differently about life than the others, but also revelled in the awareness of how amazing it was to be a drop of water. In her world, life moved slowly, lovingly cradled in the lap of a nimbostratus cloud. A seamless journey untethered by deadlines, expectations, or the shape of things. She was a fluid soul and malleable in any form. There were no obstacles to deter her, and nothing in her path that she could not over...
Weekly Contest #69
Victor eyed the gaggle of girls, sitting on the floor in the living room. Sally licked her lips and winked in his direction. His loins tingled, and he bit his lip to quell the urge to take them all. It’s what his father wanted, what Victor had been bred to do, but not anymore. Not this time. He’d made his decision. He was his own man. He would not succumb to his baser instincts, no matter the cost. The kitchen table was barely visible from all the discarded plastic glasses filled with a pungent array of elixirs. He wrapped his fing...
Weekly Contest #67
A sliver of light seeped beneath Dolly’s door. Shadows paced back and forth, while beads of sweat dampened her forehead. She rubbed the cool opal pendant beneath the quilt, trying to sooth her nerves. The door squeaked open, flooding the room with light. Dolly’s heart thrummed against her rib cage. The stranger’s imposing figure towered in the doorway. “How are you today, Dolly?” Her pulse quickened. “Who are you? Where is my husband? What have you done with Harold?” He wheeled a trolley across the floor, blocking the exit....
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