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Weekly Contest #83
Katrina stared in disbelief at the bay in the moonlight. Only a few hours ago she had emerged from the sea, dripping. She remembered the feel of the hot sand under her feet as she walked from the water to Jack, who lay languidly on the beach thumbing through an old magazine. But now Lucky---and Jack---were gone. She looked to the right and just managed to catch a brief glimpse of the boat as it sailed off, motor full-throttle, heading back to Jamaica. Damn Jack! She had known she was in trouble when they had stopped in that café in Jamai...
Weekly Contest #59
MINDFUL SURVIVAL By Wendy N. Cohen The young soldier arched his back and ran his hands over his ribs once again. Damn, they sure were pronounced. If he got any skinnier, he would start looking like the Jews in the camp who had been there since the beginning of the war. Their whole torsos were just a mass of ribs. He felt his chest and was reassured by a layer of fat that still lay on his breast bone. He thought back to the skeleton that had stood in his science classroom in high school two years ago in Warwickshire. Its strange lee...
Weekly Contest #57
CJ Garnett had long since given up on the game. Even the fans were morosely quiet: 42-7 with three minutes to go. They had come to watch what should have been a close match. Instead they were watching a routing. Garnett imagined fans across the country gathered in front of their televisions feeling gypped out of a good game. God, what a jerk Cummings was. Resentment flared leaving the taste of bile. It was a shame coach had been forced into putting Cummings in when their first-string quarterback, golden-boy Dillard, had blown out his one goo...
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