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Weekly Contest #367
Everything is perfect. T-minus one hour to showtime. “Yeah I’m headed out the door right now,” I reassure Brittiny on the phone. “Will you relax it’s going to be perfect.” “Love you too,” I hang up the phone and stop briefly on my way out the door to glance at my own reflection. The curls of my moustache are perfectly symmetrical, the knot on my tie is flawless, even my teeth seem whiter than normal. I grin at myself in the mirror and wiggle my eyebrows. That’s when I notice it, there’s a single moustache hair sticking straight up. I can fee...
Weekly Contest #366
KyriakosKyriakos was trying to focus on carving veins into the smooth dark stone, when a jab from Otto forced him to lift his head.“What is it?”“Oh nothing dominus. I just thought you might want to take a look over there.”Antonia stepped into the shop escorted by an elder brother. She wore a simple tunica which only served to enhance the refinement of her features and the shine of her honey gold hair by contrast. Kyriakos sighed as he watched her pick up an inkstone in one delicate hand, set it down, and then pick up another. “Well, don’t ju...
Weekly Contest #365
I laugh aloud. I feel great. Giddy even. My stress evaporates and I experience an overwhelming sense of comfort for the first time in a long time, courtesy of the reassuring weight in my right hand. I I sit in my easy chair next to the bookshelf laid out with all my favorite novels. I had aspired to be an author once, but I never did write a damn thing that was true. It had to do with office work and the whitewashing corporate lingo that became my life. Those stuffed proboscises sucked the yolk straight out my words, and using those l...
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