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Weekly Contest #347
The High Elf toppled to the ground, his battle axe slipping from his grip. He attempted to stand, but with no strength left, he collapsed. “Why have you done this?” he asked, his voice strained.Pa’tom towered over his opponent, staring into the elf’s cold green eyes, his sword hovering just beyond his throat. “For the platold ore.”The High Elf shook his head weakly. “Stupid human, it’s not what you think.”Pa’tom ignored the threat, driving the tip of his steel blade deep into the elf's neck, green blood pouring out from both ends.The High El...
Weekly Contest #343
I knew all the dangers of Fentanyl, which shocked me all the more that I tried it…And died. But before you judge me, I need to explain.I’ve always been a pretty awesome guy. No sad, feel-bad-for-me story here. My mom is encouraging; I had a green belt in karate, and my grades were a solid C+.So on my twenty-second birthday, when I overdosed on a well-known illegal street drug, I was surprised.But more on that later.I liked to drink—and I don’t mean tap water; alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Any chance to disconnect from reality was a welcome invit...
Weekly Contest #339
I spat the bitter black liquid onto the carpet. “This is the worst coffee I’ve ever had.” The taste wouldn’t leave my tongue, clinging there. Doctor Teeter adjusted his glasses, ignoring me as he continued to write on his pad of paper. “Mmm.” Was his only response, as usual.This always infuriated me. I leaned back, hating the psychologist’s office. The design of this place aims to calm patients, yet it only angered me more. Fake green plants, paintings with soft pastel colors, and worst of all, he had me sitting on something which couldn’t d...
Weekly Contest #337
Daniel Rouge sat alone in his favorite recliner on his eighty-second birthday, holding a photo album his daughter Suzanne had gifted him. He had only turned a few pages to the year 1959, when a tear rolled down his cheek.The black-and-white photo showed him as a young man. Standing with his best friend, brother, and girlfriend. Him grinning as he stood tall on his new dirt bike.With arthritic hands, Daniel flipped a few pages to a photo of his brother and him just before their hockey tryouts in 1962. His knees had never recovered from years ...
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