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Weekly Contest #335
Withhold a key detail or important fact, revealing it only at the very end. The street was filled with the clatter of boots and the soft whine of cart wheels turning on the stones, the faint odor of burning oil from the nearby chop shop wafting through the morning air. Citizens step out of their dwellings and join the flow of traffic, head coverings tight on their domes and synthetic tees flashing variable brand messages. Slyke feels a gentle tug on the thin blackiron chain connected to his belt and glances back at the creature, its face con...
Weekly Contest #301
He glanced past her again at the splash of pink and white on the other side of the bar, the petal-shaped adornments on the female’s limbs drawing his eye. She was talking to a male who was much smaller than her, probably a Carolina with his gray and brown coloring.Bringing his eyes back to his conversation partner at the bar, Leif realized that she had stopped talking and both pseudopupils were boring into him, expressing her displeasure.“Current company not stimulating enough for you?”“What? No! Why would you say that?”“You can’t seem to st...
Weekly Contest #300
Wow. It was still there. Right where I left it. The angle of the handle, the hairs in the bristles of the brush, even the darkened smudge of dried blood on the edge of the sink that my traitorous knuckle had left. I look in the mirror and mentally superimpose my current reflection with the memory of my wide eyes, flushed face, and tangled hair from the last time I stood here. I feel like a thousand years have passed between then and now, but it’s only been one. One year since the day the crack opened and the light shined in. One year since I...
Weekly Contest #299
Sensitive content - gore, mental health, and suicidal ideations Stanley didn’t think he had enough toes left to finish becoming a professional juggler. He had figured that starting with tennis balls was a waste of time and that he’d get better faster by pushing outside his comfort zone like that big-faced guy on the commercials said, so he started at the advanced lessons on YouTube. Before this, Stanley had thought that limbs were only amputated for infections, like in those old Civil War movies, but he learned from a bald doctor with an ...
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