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Weekly Contest #65
Things felt different now. Sacha couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something in the air, like a memory long forgotten that clung to the tips of her hair and down the hem of her dress. The falling night smelled like sadness, like regret. Something wasn’t right. She just didn’t know exactly what was wrong yet. Sacha had been in the dark about a lot of things since her birth a few months ago. The feeling wasn’t new, per se. But it had never been so strong. She could almost taste it now, almost touch it. It smelled like freedom,...
Shortlisted for Contest #46 ⭐️
Lili glanced around as she helped herself to a biscuit. It wasn’t any good – rancid, and old – but she hadn’t come to him for his cooking. The air was quivering hard all around her, hot and heavy against her skin. She couldn’t make out much of her surroundings. “I heard that you’re done writing”, she said, and watched him turn around to look at her curiously. “I suppose I am”, he agreed pensively, making his way back to her. “It feels strange, to finally be able to say such a thing.” They both looked at the Book. From the outside, it was pla...
Weekly Contest #30
I’ve been lucid dreaming lately. It’s a strange experience. You’re going about your business as usual, driving your daughter to school, buying a new wall clock at Target, throwing all of your pens outside a window. And then suddenly, you get the feeling.How can I explain the feeling? I can describe it, of course, but I’m not sure I can truly make you understand. It’s… it’s doubt. Sudden doubt, coming out of nowhere. Like a flash in your mind, like lightning, if that makes sense. Have you ever been struck by lightning?I have. I remember the w...
Weekly Contest #22
When Jason turns twenty years old, he goes to his best friend’s New Year’s Eve party. He does that every year without fail, but this year, Jason has a new best friend, and so the party takes place in a different house, with different guests. That’s how he gets to meet Eva.Between them, it’s love at first sight. He sees her, she sees him, and they both instantly decide that they like one another. Jason is wearing a white T-shirt and a green cap – backwards, obviously – and Eva has chosen a green dress and a white scrunchy, which probably mean...
60.That’s how it has to start, right? You need a countdown for your story to work, but most importantly, you need it to be long enough for you to have the time to actually tell your story. You have thought about it a little, and you think you’ll end with the last ten seconds – that way, it’ll have reached its full dramatic potential – so it seems obvious that your countdown needs to be longer than that. To summarize, you need a number of seconds bigger than ten, which would preferably have something to do with the way time is measured.Well, ...
Weekly Contest #17
No one thought that she would actually have the nerve to show up. I think that’s why she was able to get inside, truly. No one moved. No one stopped her. She just… she just kind of showed up at the door, sat herself on the edge of a chair and smiled. By that point, there was nothing we could do to make her leave without causing a commotion.It’s not that I hate her, you know. I mean, I don’t. My aunt Susan is another story for sure, but I’m just sort of following the flow on the matter. Everyone in my family hates her. I simply see no reason ...
Weekly Contest #14
“In the past?”, Elizabeth Williams repeated in a tone that did not particularly imply that she found the twist to be incredible. “But why?”David cleared his throat, taken aback by the unexpected question. What is that supposed to mean, he didn’t ask, and instead chose to let his eyes wander around the small office, just in case the cold, dead, empty walls would like to provide him with an answer.“Well”, he started, horrified at how blank his mind was, “because it changes things, doesn’t it? Makes you consider the story from a different persp...
Weekly Contest #13
The story goes like this: you bump into someone. That is the beginning, for all stories need one – for if there weren’t one, we would all be stuck, unable to know where to start, unable to know how this all came to be, unable to know what to make out of it. For meaning is derived from evolution, and so any story has got to have a beginning and an end, so we can see the progression, the growth, and the message within.Your story is boring.You bump into someone, as one does every day. No one can build a compelling story out of that. You bump in...
Shortlisted for Contest #13 ⭐️
It was a slender, graceful animal, with large green eyes and a small pink tongue in its triangular-shaped face. It was grooming itself when I turned the corner, delivering soft, measured licks onto its shining fur. But none of that mattered: it was a cat, and it was black. That only was important.I do not believe in coincidences. Right as I was making my way past him, the cat got up and crossed my path, all smooth motion and unstoppable omen of the providence. It did not even trouble me that much; sometimes bad luck is just that, a black cat...
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