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Submitted to Contest #277
A/N: This story contains themes of historical violence, grief, emotional trauma, and the persecution of women.~ The fire crackled in the hearth, its light painting the walls of our home in shifting hues of orange and cast dancing shadows along the far wall. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the shutters and reminding all that colder weather had returned. The weight of winter pressed against the house and seeped in through the cracks. However, the chill I felt came not from the draft—it came from within. My mother sat in her chair near the ...
Submitted to Contest #252
We've all heard the stories of good versus bad, right versus wrong. The Hero wins, and The Villain goes to prison. The Hero persuades the Villain to see the error of their ways and start anew. The Villain falls in love and asks the Hero to help them become a better person. The Hero, in a moment of moral ambiguity, does what they promised they never would and kills the Villain. At the academy, these scenarios were imposed on us as if they were real. Children with gifts were torn away from their families and brought to a special school. It was...
Submitted to Contest #178
Every year the same thing happened. Nothing ever changed. On December 31st, Edgar Wallace would rise from his bed and walk the short distance to his bathroom. He would look into the mirror and see new lines had somehow, over the year, snuck their way onto his face. Edgar would stand there, frowning at a reflection of someone he didn't think he had ever really known.However, like clockwork, his phone would ring twenty minutes after his alarm went off. A generic tone he never felt compelled to change outside of this moment. On this day, it ann...
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