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Submitted to Contest #101
TW: death Static sings a hollow tune that expands through the empty night, filling every crevice with with a wave of white noise. The ringing manifest itself into sparks suspended mid-air, shining light upon the dirty pavement of a desolated street that goes on for three dim-lit lamps, and gets lost in the mist. In a whiff, the thick brume forcefully infiltrates through my nostrils and permeates to my lungs with an intoxicating taste of wine. My senses overwhelm me, and I have to blink to clear away the building headache. Eyes closed, I trip...
Agatha’s solo time with How I Met Your Mother was interrupted by Claire storming into their shared apartment, and the clangor as she slammed the door behind her. As Claire started approaching the sofa where Agatha had buried herself in a mountain of pillows and blankets, Agatha began asking, “Is everything all ri-” She stopped herself as she noticed the stream of tears falling down Claire’s fair cheeks. “Oh no, what happened?” The short spams of Claire’s breathing made is hard for her to string a full sentence together. “I hate… myse...
Submitted to Contest #45
Chapter 1: The Drowning WarriorThe time before Elina’s fever began felt like a distant memory, undiscernible between the cold-sweat nightmares that had her waking up hours before dawn in a fit of breathless wheezing, and one or two whines of self-pity. The gripping feeling of fatigue had pressed Elina down against that same pure-white bed of unrest by heaving the blanket, burdening her chest with bricks, and burying her in a pit of quicksand without a single bubble of fresh air. Only an earthquake of dried coughing had woken Elina up from th...
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