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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 6, 2022 16:46:55 GMT -6
This Week's Prompt: One Hour
Length: Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Where: Post your entry below. Deadline: November 12th by midnight CST. Participant's Badges: HERE Weekly Challenge Rules:- No critiquing. Please refrain from giving feedback, as these challenges are to inspire creativity.
- Positive Enthusiasm is welcome! But save it for when Voting has started.
- CAN NOT vote for your own entry, and doing so will disqualify your submission.
- HAVE FUN!
Did you post an entry? Don't forget your Easy 10 Points!
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Post by FoxxGlove on Nov 7, 2022 13:42:06 GMT -6
Tempus Fugit
I think of the things I always intended to accomplish. Learn a foreign language. French or Russian, perhaps. Finish "War and Peace," started years ago. Watch "Gone With The Wind."
Too late now.
My usually accurate internal clock indicates one hour remains.
So, I'm surprised to find myself no longer alone. I chafe my hands, upper arms. Skin cold. Clammy.
"You're early," I say.
"Not yet 8 o'clock," I say.
And then realize it's daylight savings time.
Spring forward...fall back.
"Any last requests?"
I shake my head. Only entitled to my lost 60 minutes.
They are unable to give me that.
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Post by Mazulla on Nov 8, 2022 20:34:23 GMT -6
The Mark
She felt the cold emanating from the concrete, the stray gravel through her clothing. One hour, lying prone on a lonely rooftop. Her body protested its uncomfortable state. Between a motionless position and the stinging cold, stiff limbs threatened to fall asleep. Yet, Moscow, or Egypt, or countless other places had been far worse.
Luckily, the man she awaited kept a strict schedule.
Her vision was green as she watched the museum's entrance. Movement through the windows.
She readied herself: Barrel aimed. Target acquired in her scope. Breath slowed to a stop.
A steady exhale as she squeezed the trigger.
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Post by pelwrath on Nov 13, 2022 1:28:56 GMT -6
The Death House
An hour before I paid for my first crime, a murder. My last meal was fugu, a glass of Fillico Jewelry Water, Pâté de Foie Gras and for dessert, a bowl of strawberries and blueberries with whipped cream, delicious. I showered then dressed. The priest arrived.
“Bastet would you like to pray?”
“No thanks, I know what’s up. If God takes vengeance and kills them, is that murder or vengeance?”
“God is the ultimate judge, that would be a punishment.”
“Thank you.”
In the execution room, I whisper to the cute guard. “You’ll be my second life.”
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 13, 2022 10:37:45 GMT -6
Poll has been added. Good luck all!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Nov 20, 2022 16:35:32 GMT -6
Looks like Mazulla snags the win! Congrats, and have an extra 15 easy points for the win  |
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