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Submitted to Contest #232
The back of the old man’s neck was going numb from the snow as he watched another star go out. Another loss of the war raging in the celestial sky as unyielding darkness continued to spread towards the snow covered hills.It won’t be too bad, he decided, witnessing the end of the world here in the Arctic. The snow banks surrounding him kept out most of the polar winds and he had only just stopped shivering. Here he would lie until the end of times.“What are you doing over here, little frog?”A warm hand took his own gloved fingers an...
Submitted to Contest #133
The sound of the front door slamming closed had Rebekah hastily stowing away the heavy bag in her hands. She would take the trash out later. Her roommate was not meant to be home yet! “Bekah?” A man’s voice called from the living room. “Where are you?” “In the kitchen!” As she waited for...
Submitted to Contest #130
Cold Boy by: Amethyst P [CW: death, implied murder, burning/fire] It wasn’t my fault this time. The stifling silence around the table, the judgmental gazes from four sets of eyes, he stood and slid his chilled food away before turning and walking out of the room. If he imagined hard enough he could almost hear his mother calling for him to return. Return to what? To continue the argument was worse than, what did his grandfather used to say, ‘beating a dead horse’. His grandfather would have sided with him. The hallways were ...
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