The desolate warehouse buzzed with tension as we hobble around a colossal chessboard. Monitors displayed our lives, dwindling with each move. Sweat dripped down our faces, blending with grim determination.
Sara, a fearless strategist, surveyed the board, calculating her next move. Across from her, Mark, a shrewd manipulator, met her gaze with narrowed eyes.
We danced under each command, sacrificing pawns to protect our kings.
With a decisive move, Sara cornered Mark's king, a triumphant smile tugging at her lips. But as the king's head fell off, a new challenge awaited, reminding us that survival demanded sacrifice.
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Convention
I wiped my hands on the fabric of my dress. The shiny, man made fibres were doing very little to absorb the river of sweat pouring from them. The white paper I held was growing increasingly damp and floppy. Why hadn’t I thought to print this on card?
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨6 days ago in Fiction
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