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Her desk was grubby at first, with drawers that constantly got jammed, a dirty surface with drawings and carvings made from pen-knives, and a leg that was a bit too short, causing the whole thing to wobble. Her mother stood by the desk’s purchase, finding it at a random yard sale for about 5 dollars (“with a little fixing, this desk will be even better than new!” he said. “Hmm, it’ll take a lot of fixing,” she mused. “Trust me, darling, it’s cheaper to fix this up than buy a new desk for your little girl. It’s a lucky table, too; my daughter...
“There’s another prince coming from out of town?” Abdullah groaned, nursing a cup of coffee. He learned to dread these days; streets would get shut down for the inevitable ‘parade’, and markets were closed for a few hours to honor the guests’ arrival to the palace. Even worse, was that guests often demanded rich and exotic foods and wares, and the burden of providing that fell on Abdullah’s - and other merchants - heads. If asked whether they were fairly compensated for this effort, the merchants would double over laughing and crying at the ...
Submitted to Contest #101
The day was bright and sunny, like every day was the past week. Jamie stretched as she got up from the small wooden table near the kitchen. She looked around the cabin, noticing details that she didn’t realize when she first came. To be fair, she celebrated her first night at the cabin by drinking herself silly, so she doesn’t remember much. The cabin was small and quite cozy. Built like a large studio, the bed occupied a small nook in the far right, with the cabin’s only bathroom located about two steps from the bed. The kitchen was on t...
Submitted to Contest #100
I reached out for what feels like my fifth can of Redbull, alternating between my desktop and my iPad as I worked on an op-ed piece while playing Sid Meier’s Civilization V. “What is she doing now?” I muttered to myself as I saw Aysha’s trireme move closer to my coastal city - I knew my best friend would attack me sooner or later (all offers of peace and open borders were rejected; I’m sure I did something to annoy her, but I can’t remember what). The map was fully open- all five of us have discovered that ‘the world is round’, and we’re ...
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