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Weekly Contest #99
It really is beautiful, isn’t it? The way the moonlight casts everything in an ominous glow, even though it’s quite naturally almost the same as the sun. Even so, it creates a sort of tranquillity in me, one that I never thought I was capable of feeling. Each little star is a pinprick of hope, scattered across the sky. All around, everything is pitch black – like tar, only much more petrifying - and is only illuminated by the faint glow of the moon. Gosh, even the moon seems more threatening today. It doesn’t sit well with me, that the moon ...
Weekly Contest #98
Warm hands slip into Mary’s cold and clammy ones, awakening her from her trance. She has been staring forlornly at the passer-by’s down below for hours now, wondering how easy it could have been for her had the accident not occurred. Pulling her attention away from the carts, she stares at the small child beside her. An exact replica of her, the child has blonde, wispy hair, blue eyes the size of saucers and a petite face, always adorned with a smile. The only thing that differs from them is the rosy tint on the child’s cheeks, as Mary lost...
Each Monday always starts and ends the same way: painfully boring. It drags on for years and years, and Darcy always resists the urge to fall asleep at her desk. Even now, whilst she sits there, watching the coffee drip down into her mug, she is half asleep. Picking up a wooden stirrer, she mixes her coffee, hoping the steam will revitalise her (although it never does). With steady hands, she takes the coffee back to her desk, ready to finish her monotonous day. “At 09:12 in the morning, I shouldn’t already be thinking about going home,” sh...
The water is mind-numbing and insistent, pushing past Mandy’s legs as she stands in the winding river. She never bothers to roll her trousers up; she doesn’t mind the water, and treats it as a friend. Under the heat of the blazing summer sun, she takes a tentative step forward, and results in her legs being splattered in the salty droplets. Her trousers, normally a khaki green, have been stained to a dark green from all the moisture. Despite this, with each step Mandy takes, her confidence soars, like a baby bird finally being able to fly. ...
Weekly Contest #97
A pair of haunting, beady eyes stare out from behind the glass, fixated on the moving mass on the ground below. The window remains grimy, coated in a thick layer of dust, dirt and mould. Tonight, the moon cowers away behind quivering clouds, just as unnerved by the creature as the man is. Whilst there is no moonlight, there is a dim, strip of light being ejected from a broken lamppost, and it’s enough to cast an eerie glow on the creature below. Under the dreary light, the pair of eyes at the window can see the creature is masked, draped en...
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