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Weekly Contest #123
Potential CW: Mentions of death (non-explicit)Ander’s twin in the mirror looks more confident than he could ever hope to be. Clearing his throat for what seems to be the tenth time that day, he once again stares shakily into his reflection’s gaze, wishing he could trade places with it. His papers crinkle in his hands, words tumbling around the page in cartwheels. He glances down again, his lips practicing the movements that will start the address, trying to memorize the phrases that seem all too eager to run away from him. “I-We ar...
Weekly Contest #122
CW: Depressive thoughts, implied miscarriage Like the past few days, it’s the cry of her phone that ends up waking her. Today, it only takes her five minutes to reach out and grab the shaking device, compared to the fifteen minutes she spent yesterday just numbly staring at it while it screamed at her. She slowly fumbles for it with a trembling hand, each finger closing around it like it’s a delicate piece of jewelry. Her eyelids still drooping, she swipes her thumb up to see the usual barrage of messages, bright and obnoxi...
Weekly Contest #121
The melody of the grieving is quite a symphony of its own. The weeping woman does not notice me pass by her, but she shivers slightly nonetheless, her warm tears streaking down her trembling face. All around me, there are quiet sniffles or loud sobs, the masterpiece of a haunted composer. Off in the distance, the accompaniment plays: a long, beeping noise with no beginning or end, merely a dreadful existence that signals the end of another. When I take the soul in my arms, it has already begun to cool. Nearby, a child wai...
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