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Weekly Contest #337
I slowly raised my chest, the air whistling through my nostrils as I slowly stood up. The street ahead of me was empty, and I found myself in a familiar place again. Beneath the rows of strung-up lanterns and unfamiliar rags of cloth stood an eminent darkness that pulled my chest in, the bottom of my ankles almost sliding forward as I felt myself begin to drift towards it. It was a presence so absent of light that my eyes had almost contorted to an unnatural opening to simply gaze directly at it. I had not felt my name for a while; Indeed, I...
This is me. My name is Oblit. It's odd, isn't it?I live on an island. Well, at least I think I do. I haven't seen anyone else in a long time, so I assume I do. I live inside a little house - it's quaint. A five-windowed bungalow, built on a street with only half-constructed houses all around. The lights don't light up at night - and the various concrete and plaster walls that decorate the plain green field only serve as props to my living. I live inside 1557 Rangolin Street. One front door, one back. A modest little backyard with benches and...
Weekly Contest #336
"Whistlecombe."That is what had been uttered by you. Nothing more, nothing less. A callous, taut display to be beheld by all eyes upon you. An affront to what you thought would be your triumph."So be it."In your clasped palms now lay a single ear of an oblong, deep-orange seed. Timid lines of silver and stone flow through the surface of the seed, ornamenting it with an almost liquid complexion of shine and soot.The featherweight remains inert between the creases of your palms, simply there.You smile.This will be enough. You lift yourself up ...
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