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Weekly Contest #204
Dusk- The moment the sun dips beyond the horizon, giving its rule to the twilight hours. Here, Dusk is place marked on the Coan’s map with a black dot. 35055 acres of dirt and the desecrated ashes of living things that prayed for a sip of water and died with hanging tongues. The only creature that thrives in Dusk lives by drinking the blood of its brethren. I know because I am one of their kind. Full of hate and jealousy, I dream in my human mind to crawl out of this pit and turn the pipe above and drown this godless place. &nb...
Weekly Contest #181
-Contains gun violence.- The whipping march wind lashed against the side of the little house on Clair Ave. It banged the loose shutters and screamed to be let inside the warm bungalow. Daniel huddled by the flame of the gas heater. His newly wed wife clung to his arms as she nuzzled her face in his chest. They had drawn the blinds and turned off the lights, seeking asylum within their four cream-colored walls painted not even a week ago. “I’m sorry.” He smoothed her frizzled strains of hair and drew her tight against him. Black mascara smear...
Weekly Contest #177
Four hours into the two-hour drive between Belleville and exit 137 the ceaseless sound of rubber reverberating against miles of rocky asphalt beat against Robb’s skull. “I think the game is on.” He tuned the radio, through the static hiss until the fluid voice announcer boomed carried him back, riding alongside his father, cheering on the Spartans together.“I’m a Michigan fan,” Aaron said, pulling at the maize M embroidered on his blue hoodie. Every other weekend wasn’t enough time to keep his son from picking up on his mother’s nonsense.“D...
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