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Weekly Contest #352
“Same old gray sky.” I think to myself whilst going home after work. “Same old days, same old gray world.” I listen to my music, sinking deeper and deeper in self-deprecation and depression. “No matter how I go about it.” My head hung low, only seeing my own feet stepping one after another. I take the turn onto my street, as a woman rushes pass me, holding a painting. I can’t help but glance up. Her face was smiling, though her eyes were as tired as my own. It was but a moment and she was gone. “I wonder what she drew?” I say out loud, but I...
Weekly Contest #330
Elizabeth, my love. As I Remember the first time I left, I never could’ve imagined that the last that we would depart from one another would be with a simple wave.I still remember the first time. You yelled and begged me to stay; you threatened me that if I left, I would not see you waiting for me. All I could do then was hug you and tell you that I will come back to you. With a long last kiss, I boarded the train and left you standing there with tear filled eyes. After six months of active duty, I did as I promised and returned to you. Seei...
Weekly Contest #314
The air in the room was thick with a silence that screamed. I was nine years old, and the night was a familiar enemy. It started subtly, a soft scratching sound from the closet, a rhythm of dread that beat against the door and against my eardrums. My fear was a living thing, growing with every step I took toward the sound, but my child's mind tried to reason with me. "It's nothing, Jonathan," I'd whisper to myself, "It's just the house."But the closer I got, the louder the sound became. My courage would fail me just short of the closet door,...
Weekly Contest #305
I recently lost my job, so I was browsing the ads for anything in my area. I found a gas station that was hiring for a nighttime shopkeeper, and paid triple the normal rate for the position, so I signed up. I should’ve known something was off when they accepted and send over the papers just an hour later.The manager was already waiting when I arrived at the gas station, he stood in front with a smile and led me inside. “Did you read the full contract?” He asked while we walked to the counter. “Yes, I am to work 7 days a week 6 hours each nig...
Weekly Contest #297
The midnight draws near, I sit and sharpen my blade in fear. Will I be able to survive this night, will I be able to fight back the dark. My Brethren all fallen, yet I still live.Our mother, preparing my meal for the battle ahead, while I sharpen my blade on the whetstone. “You don’t have to go.” My mother kept pleading with me. “You know I cannot.” I grind my blade, it shines brighter each time I cross it. “I am the last one. I must fight back the dark.” She hugged me tight. “Your brothers said the same, and they did not come back.” I lay m...
Weekly Contest #296
The stench of gunpowder and blood filled the air. Bodies loitered the snowy ground as a stream of white snowflakes covered them. I looked across the battlefield, knowing the enemy is there beyond, but my vision blocked by the for of explosives. I look to the right, I see my brothers in arms, resting, preparing and weeping for the friends they’ve already lost, wishing to be home to their families and some crying for their mothers.I look to the left, I see my real brother. My younger brother Jack and I ‘volunteered’ for the army, truth be told...
Weekly Contest #295
Name’s John. I just left my company mandated AA meeting I have to visit each week after being awol or drunk at work for almost a month. You are probably wondering why I wasn’t just fired, it’s because they know and understand.About two months ago, my family and I were on a trip to visit my parents and were on our way back. It was a long trip, and I was getting tired, the rain was falling in a soothing rhythm, to a point I drifted off for a second… that second was all that was needed, as I swerved into incoming traffic. I managed to pull a si...
Weekly Contest #294
I had a friend named Cindy. We grew up together in a small town in UK. As we graduated from our high schools, we split paths and went our separate ways, she went to London to study, I went to Bermingham for work. We still tried to keep in touch.1987. June 13thHi JohnI just arrived at my new place. I took a short walk around and I really like it here. People are so nice and friendly. My flat is quite small, but it is enough for me, you know I am a minimalist.I met my new neighbour Anna, she seems very nice she said she will show me around lat...
Weekly Contest #237
“It’s been but a day since we last spoke.” A man’s voice, full of pain could be heard in a cold room. “But a day since I felt the warmth of your touch.” A flickering candle was the only thing providing light upon a nearby table. “But I feel as if a lifetime has passed.”The man sat down by the flickering light. “While yesterday seems already years away, the past we’ve had, and life we lived, shines and loops within my memory as if it’s still happening.” A pencil, scraping away at a paper, could be heard in the dark. “But do not fear my sweet ...
Weekly Contest #236
It’s been three years since Scarlet moved away for college. She came back this summer to visit her parents for a month. “Scarlet. Can you clear out the shed, it’s really filled up with a lot of unnecessary rubbish?” Mom has been trying to get Scarlet’s dad to clear the shed since she moved, and he still hadn’t done it. “Sure mom. I do have to meet my friends later today, but I’ll help as much as I can.” After breakfast, Scarlet walked towards the living room where dad was resting. “Don’t even try. He hasn’t moved his ass around the house si...
Weekly Contest #235
My name is Jeff and I used to be an everyday office worker till She caught me. It has been 3 months since I last been outside. She keeps me locked down here. I was coming back from a pub one night, celebrated my best friend’s engagement. I was quite drunk, so when a dark Mercedes stopped next to me, I did not think too much about it. “Hi, where are you going so late?” I just laughed and bent into the window. “Heading home.” And she just smiled a sweet smile. “Do you need a lift?” And stupid old drunk me, could not say no to a pretty face and...
Weekly Contest #225
“Hello, Jimmy.” The disgusting puppet human said. “It’s time for the second game.” “I thought there would only be the one.” The thing just smiled. “No, my boy, that was just the trial.” As he said that, he snapped his fingers and my surroundings changed. “Welcome to the second game.” Around me I saw multiple mirrors spawn in one after another. “Compared to the previous ‘trial’ game, this will be less painful.” He said, then smirked. “But there’s a chance you’ll never leave this place.” I looked at the mirrors, studying the infinite number of...
Weekly Contest #224
“I can’t sleep, I must not sleep.” Jim said, drinking another cup of coffee. “I feel it’s gaze form the dark.” “let’s play a game.” A deep corrosive voice came from the dark wardrobe in his room. He quickly shut the door to block the source of sound. “You can’t hide forever.” The sound now came from underneath his bed. It made Jim run off to the living room and quiver while sitting on the couch. Jim’s consciousness was fading in and out as he tried to fight off the sleep for the third day in the row. “Must… not… sleep.” Jim said as his body ...
Weekly Contest #168
My name is Steven Prescot. I’m an aspiring ghost story writer. I’ve just finished English literature and was looking for a place to stay online. I found a house, just a couple cities over, that had its price drop quite a lot. After searching around some more, I found out that it was based on several deaths within the premises. I thought it would be a great place to gain inspiration for some stories and maybe ask around about the people who lived in the house. So, I packed my stuff and headed out to the new house. I travelled to the city, or ...
Weekly Contest #164
“Where I come from, the land has never seen the light of the sun.” The well aged Gentleman said finishing his cup of coffee. “You asked me who I am, but I say it does now matter, for I am but a tool, a weapon to keep the dark at bay. I am the gatekeeper of my home.” I had met this mystery of a man purely by chance. It happened about 4 hours ago, he barged into my house without saying a word. At first, I thought he was a burglar, but he asked for nothing, he said nothing, he just ran around my house, checking every closet, bed, and dark corne...
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