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By the time they had trudged up the field, Rapidly was completely covered in sand. At their station was a towel—the team was waiting in the stadium.
Though other athletes were frantically drying off, Rapidly lazily slung the towel around themself. Sure, they were happy to medal, but silver was no longer a cause for celebration.
Marble League 2024 has come to an end. Two teams with no medals until the final event discuss their fortunes amongst themselves as the three final podium teams come to terms with standing atop the highest podium in marble sports.
Glidavik’s limited daylight had run out by the time all the decorations were put up, but it was just as well. As Bumble rounded the corner, Foggy connected the plugs, causing all the lights to turn on at once and a gasp of delight from the captain.
“Thank you so much for your help,” smiled Bumble as Foggy descended.
“Maybe put a message out in the group chat,” Slimelime proposed. “But not the Razzies.”
“Still locked. I heard Blizzard had to drag Snowy away from Red Eye last night…”
Lemonlime gestured for the attendant at the dock, a young and disinterested marble unimpressed by the presence of the Limers duo. “Our other riders canceled. Can we still get on?”
Under the fluorescent lights of the Superhive’s changing rooms, Kinnowin’s gold medal shone like the sun. Their entire team had gathered to celebrate its acquisition before they’d even made it back to the athletes’ village. “It’s a nice little reclaim, isn’t it?” hummed Tangerin, watching it bob as Kinnowin held it proudly aloft. “Of what?Continue reading “ML2023 Memo #11: Lost Ways in the Marble Maze”
A silver medal finish would be worthy of celebration to many. It wasn’t gold by any means, but to have beaten fourteen other teams and given the chance to stand on the podium was usually just enough to drown out the woes of what could have been. Usually, anyways; if you happened to be ThunderContinue reading “ML2023 Memo #10: A Bitter Taste”
Aryp swung the door to their hotel room shut. Their thoughts were backing up in their mind like a clogged drain. If they didn’t do this right now, they were going to explode. From under their bed came a cardboard box filled with “junk.” Next came their cutting mat, and from their bag came scissors,Continue reading “Out of the Rolling – Event 14: Send a New Message”
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