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Submitted to Contest #295
My star is rising; I can feel it. There was a buzz in the air when I entered the lobby of Pinnacle Agency’s offices this morning. Something big is coming and I’m going to make sure that I’m the one that receives it.It’s been six months since I landed a role here—the top marketing agency in the city—and I am thriving. My razor-sharp focus, relentless drive, and unyielding confidence love organizing the chaos, juggling a dozen campaigns at once with ruthless efficiency.Almost as if cued, my boss arrives at my office door just as I drop my lapt...
Submitted to Contest #266
Coffee sounds great, Callie thought, getting ready to leave. Looking up at the clock, she saw she had more than enough time to stop at her favorite coffee stand before going in to work at the community center. Wallet, phone, keys. She patted each pocket as she went through her mental checklist before heading out the door—Coffee sounds great, Callie thought, pulling a thick pink sweater from her closet. The fall weather had turned to a wintery chill so quickly this year, a hot drink would be perfect on her walk to work. Any excuse f...
Submitted to Contest #253
Content Advisory: This story includes mentions of trauma after war and parental death, though there is no explicit violence. The sun shone brightly on the training field as Niandra scanned the sweaty group of guards. Her lips turned down in disappointment. They were pitiful - not nearly up to her standard for what she felt qualified as a palace guard. Niandra couldn’t imagine any of these people being able to stand up to a genuine threat to the royal family. “Again.” The men and women before Niandra looked at her in disbelief. Th...
Shortlisted for Contest #252 ⭐️
TW: Themes of mental health, physical violence, and death Adina Rialto was bored. Twelve months ago, she had been the winningest fighter to come out of the Bruised Knuckles club. Now, no one would fight her. Her phone only rang when her agent had a new brand sponsorship that wanted to use her success for themselves. She’d been competitive from the moment her parents had signed her up for her first sports camp at five. They had been trying to find an outlet for her endless energy. It had kept her busy, but had also cultivated a ruthless...
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