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Weekly Contest #313
Jacob walked up the driveway of the abandoned house and spoke into the camera lens. “I didn’t expect to do a run today,” he told his future YouTube viewers, “but the surprise was too good to pass up.”He walked backwards, making sure the house was in view, its punched-out windows and peeling paint behind him.“I found this pair of Jordan’s on marketplace, and they look exactly like the ones I had when I was little.”He turned his head and gazed at the house for a moment while holding his camera still. Thiswas his forty-fifth video showcasing a ...
Weekly Contest #64
I raised the bottle to my lips. The smell of cheap peat and smoke entered my nose, sliding its misty fingers into the back of my brain. The amber washed over my tongue, sliding down my throat where it set up shop. Fire sale! Everything must go! That’s when the terror stops The ghosts have been chewing at me for awhile now. Eating away at my sanity. Seeping through the air ducts while I sleep. Hiding in the dark corners of my room, watching me as I sleep. When...
Weekly Contest #63
Jenny was just barely able to walk by the time we took her apple picking. She had, for the time being been able to muster up a few words here and there. ”ball” was her favourite. We threw a ball to our dog, Max in a field fraught with the corpses of once vibrant green leaves, now a crisp, dead brown. I sipped my coffee, not sure whether the warmth in my stomach was from the temperature of the drink, or the slight caffeine anxiety creeping up because I just couldn’t handle it like I used to. Bobby flashed me a smile as...
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