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Weekly Contest #354
Trigger Warning *This story contains suicidal ideations, mentions of self-harm, mental health, and grief.* 1 year, 8 months, and 17 days.I hovered my pen above my journal before setting it down and flipping through past pages.1 year 8 months 16 days.1 year 5 months 2 days.1 year 1 month- you get the picture. Taking a deep breath, I looked out the window. There wasn’t much to see; it was the middle of the night. It should have comforted me, but I didn’t need daylight to see the horrors. Quinn's leg somewhere out in the desert sands. The...
Weekly Contest #318
Eye on the target. Pull the string back. Elbow slightly elevated. Release!I watched the arrow glide through the air, hitting the target square in the center. I looked around and saw others cheering. For some crazy reason, I thought they might be cheering for me. It wasn't until I turned my head slightly that I saw they were actually cheering for my brother Camdeon.He, too, had hit a bullseye, though off by about an inch. I watched as he got pats on the back, presumably words of encouragement. I walked over to him, waving my bow to grab his a...
Weekly Contest #317
Nomi remembered the explosion.She remembered the moments before.The gears grinding.The alarms blaring.The ship counting down.10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1.Silence.Nomi awoke sometime later. Her eyes still burned from the smoke that filled the ship. Thick, black, and foul-smelling. She vaguely recalled Silas saying something about doing a maintenance check. Silas! He had been in the engine room when it exploded. Nomi sat up, ignoring the throbbing in her head."Whoa, easy there, love."Soft hands pushed her back down. Nomi blinked, rubbing her eyes. Tha...
Weekly Contest #315
Things went wrong somewhere between the creation of the universe and myself, though I can’t be completely sure. I have much more important things to focus on, such as preventing the impending war the elders speak of. The sun was barely starting to set, but it was dark enough to see the faint outline of the moon and a few stars. Placing my book to the side, I laid on the soft grass and closed my eyes.I needed to get home soon. I was supposed to catch the train tomorrow, and I wanted to check on something first. Gathering my things, I started ...
Weekly Contest #314
I laid on my back staring up at the ceiling. Olly had her back turned towards me, asleep. I laid there for about an hour, subtly tossing and turning. I couldn't take it anymore. Carefully sitting up, I swung my legs over the bed and stepped forward with my right foot. Except I didn't have a right foot or right leg for that matter, so I fell on the floor with a soft thud.I bit my lip and groaned quietly. When the pain subsided enough, I leaned against the bed. Looking at my leg, I ran my hand across the empty spot where it used to be; now a n...
Weekly Contest #313
Alyssa POV Ding! I looked up from my phone and walked towards the counter, grabbing my drinks. Stuffing my phone back into my front pocket, I grabbed my badge off my belt. Today, I didn't need it, seeing as the elevator was already open and the cheerful face of Elliot was looking down at me. “Good Morning,” he smiled. I handed him one of the cups and nodded in response. The elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh, and we began our ascension. "Why do you never talk in the morning?" He asked in between sips of coffee. “Why do you talk ...
Weekly Contest #307
Cecelia sat on a cliff watching the sun set. Below, she watched the river carrying stray sticks and leaves. Her hands still shaking, wet from tears she couldn't wipe away. Next to her lay a vial and a sword, his sword. If you held it up to light at an angle, you could still see the blood, or maybe only she could. She closed her eyes and lay back. Memories came flooding back. Her talk with Nicholas and, more importantly, Damien. Despite what he said, it was her fault; she knew it was her fault.She, along with Ophelia, Nicholas, and Kai, had b...
Weekly Contest #306
(Contains following: mental health, substance abuse, physical abuse) Int. Fourth Floor Apartment 4B BedroomA man walks across the floor, crunching glass underfoot. He slams the door as he leaves. A woman picks herself up, grabs a broom, and begins cleaning. Tears fall softly as she picks up a shattered picture frame. A photo of herself and the man on their wedding day. Int. Third Floor Apartment 3A BedroomA woman zips up a slim-fitting, satin red dress as a man grabs a few hundred-dollar bills from his wallet. The front door opens, startlin...
Weekly Contest #305
It took a few seconds to realize I was utterly and completely lost. I turned left, moss-covered trees stretched into darkness, interrupted by soft moonlight and a few stars. To my right, the same. Felix has said that if I get turned around, just go forward. But forward how? I decided to go back the way I had come. Upon turning around, I realized the trees looked different, taller and menacing. I hated camping, I hated nature in general, I had only gone because Felix had insisted it would be a fun and romantic vacation. Believe me, their’s no...
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