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Submitted to Contest #336
I wake up with anxiety in the pit of my stomach and immediately check my phone. Ash was online at 5 AM. Just like I suspected since our brief conversation yesterday, he’s had another one of those days — or, rather, nights.I type a short message, just one sentence: “I’m coming over.” He sees it and starts typing, but I don’t wait for a reply. I already know what he’s going to say, and he already knows I won’t agree. We might as well skip the arguing. Or at least delay it until I actually see him.It’s raining, but I don’t bother to take an umb...
Submitted to Contest #327
They say witches are supposed to have black cats as familiars, but I guess my owner didn't know about that. Or maybe she broke the rules on purpose when she got me — she's never been the one for sticking to traditions, after all. Either way, she unfortunately loves my white fur so much that she throws me into a bath whenever I get it dirty. And today was going to be one of those days. I was merely chasing a crow — not out of malice, mind you, but because the pesky bird stole my snack. No self-respecting carnivore would let an avian get away ...
Submitted to Contest #326
The three teenagers were trying to stay as quiet as possible as they made their way through the silent abandoned school building. “I'm still not sure this is a good idea,” Jenny whispered, turning back to look at her friends who seemed to be hiding behind her.“Why? I thought you were the most rationally-minded one in our little group,” Ned jabbed with a smirk. He was right — Jenny was one of those people who could walk through a cemetery during a Halloween night and be left unfazed, but something about the abandoned school wasn't sitting rig...
Submitted to Contest #325
It's 7:34 AM. I get up and get ready for work. On my way there, I notice that I'm not sleepy, despite having gone to sleep a couple of hours before the alarm. That was not on purpose: some days the screams last longer than others. My coworkers greet me, and a friend gets me a cup of coffee right away — she knows me that well. She's the only one who doesn't say "good morning" to me like the others do, since she knows why my mornings are rarely good. But, unexpectedly, this one is. I watch the surprise on her face with amusement as I proudly d...
Submitted to Contest #324
Today is the day. I will finally become the first one to reach them. I will see The People of Above for myself, and nothing can stop me.Ever since I was a kid, I've been fascinated by them. I've collected an entire cellar of their artifacts. But my favorite are the ones that have pictures in them. Those pictures are how we know that the People of Above look almost like us. They don't have scales or tails, and their skin is sand-colored, but in every other way, it seems that we're not much different from the ones that don't need water to brea...
Submitted to Contest #322
“What are you listening to?”I silently hand one of my earbuds over to my sister and watch her raise her eyebrow in confusion as soon as she puts it in.“That... sounds like piano. I thought you hated that instrument.”I laugh and nod my head.“Yeah, I do. But he plays it like he hates it, too.”Jess looks even more confused at first, but before she can ask what I mean, the loud sounds in the earbud almost make her jump from her chair.“You don't say... How is his piano not broken already?”I can only shrug at that.“You probably don't want to look ...
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