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Weekly Contest #267
Sheila opened her eyes for the first time in a week. She had been hopping through dreams and felt as if she had lived many lives. Her blue irises had no trouble adjusting to the light, as there was none. After a few seconds, she came back to her senses and remembered who she was, where she was, and what she had to do. Her right hand searched casually for a protrusion in the corner, and gently pressed the button. Her dilated pupils began retracting slowly as the light increased all around her, and the wall in front of her became less and less...
Weekly Contest #266
Another day, another hour swallowed by the subway. Matt felt once more inside the stomach of a giant beast, digested everyday, again and again. He often thought he was in a never-ending simulation. Perhaps he was stuck in a loop. That would explain many things, especially why his career was not progressing so well. At that thought, he reached out for his phone in the breast pocket of his anthracite suit, and opened the notepad application. He created a new To-Do list for the day, one with tick boxes. He always liked the feeling of ticking th...
Weekly Contest #265
Edgar read the same line once again. His eyes were pale, his skin paler. His brain had certainly turned pitch white by now. He couldn't stop himself from giving it another look, as a drop of sweat started running down his left temple. "How could it?" His synapses finally made contact, for the first time in the last minute or so. Or was it two minutes? No one could tell how long he had spent on this nightmarish paragraph. He put down the newspaper on the coffee table, and sat back on the couch. Some of the ink had started to run after m...
Weekly Contest #259
There weren’t two ways to go about it. Sophie had to make a decision. She had arrived in town yesterday afternoon. She was on her way to a scientific convention, when her car had decided to give up. It was an old red car, gifted to her by her dad. He had used it for years as a detective, and she had kept driving it despite all its rumbling and fits of nerves. It was almost a human being at this point. But she couldn’t stop herself from giving it another chance each time. She was so attached to her little red queen, especially since her...
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