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Submitted to Contest #271
Maya stepped off the stage at the Royal Albert Hall, applause still ringing in her ears. She smiled as she passed crew members, her face a practiced mask of composure, even as exhaustion tugged at every muscle. It had been a flawless performance—another triumph in a long string of successes. The critics would no doubt rave about her precision, her poise. It was what she had been working towards for years, after all. But now, as the stage lights dimmed and the crowds dispersed, all she wanted was quiet. She needed air, a reprieve from the bus...
Submitted to Contest #259
The clattering of pans and the hum of activity filled the Michelin star kitchen. Sophia deftly sliced truffles, her movements precise and practiced; Liam flambéed peaches, his usual flair for the dramatic on full display. "Have you considered spending less time on theatrics and maybe some more on technique?" Sophia quipped. Liam smirked, not missing a beat, "and maybe if you relaxed a bit, you'd find cooking can be fun too." Their witticisms were a familiar soundtrack to the kitchen, but tonight, Head Chef André had had enough...
Submitted to Contest #254
The grand hall of Cricklewood Estate was ablaze with the flicker of candles and the shimmer of silk gowns. Two golden chandeliers added to the grandiosity and extravagance of the event. As she scanned the crowds below, Miss Sophia Langley fixed the delicate lace of her mask, much rejoicing in her anonymity. The annual masquerade ball commenced under no pretention of status, under no announcements as to who would descend the staircase. So, Miss Sophia wasted no haste in coming down the sweeping staircase into the throng of masked figures. Eac...
Submitted to Contest #243
Nestled within the lush expanse of Richmond Park, amidst ancient trees and the camouflage of bushes, lay my family's den. It was here, under the shelter of the area's shrubbery, that we slept, rested, and played. “Alder, we mustn’t lag. Safety in unity, remember?” my father called, his patience for exploration waning. I tore my gaze from a butterfly perched atop a nearby common yarrow bush and followed him through the enclave leading to our den. Our hunting expedition had proved successful; we nibbled on various prey as we meandered along th...
Submitted to Contest #242
The chimes of the tower's bells echoed across the city, heralding the genesis.Tonight was the night. Casimiro inhaled deeply as he knelt on the bench of Seville's most illustrious cathedral. The air was laden with incense, intertwining with the aroma of ancient wood from the pews. His gaze fixed upon the Retablo Mayor, a grand woodcarving altarpiece, noting the finer details and stories of Jesus’ life while the priest droned on about some detail or another. Casimiro had spent over four weeks devoting himself to the boredom of daily masses an...
Submitted to Contest #239
The side eye Sid gave to that poodle may have given the little weasel the right chill. Or so Sid thought as he stood big and proud at the front of Mrs Carpenter’s garden. He was here, in this patch of land, first. He stood long before any of the flower pots, statues, trellises or arbours. He was proud because the garden had grown quite a significant amount, and he was its first resident. And since that point, since his fellow gnomes joined, he vowed to also be its protector. So, he scrunched his eyes at the poodle, should it come ravenously ...
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