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Weekly Contest #47
I know you feel a dark nothingness sometimes Like a drop of black ink unfurling across the paperlike a vine blossoming taking over with its dark uglinessand then it swallows you you stumble around in the darkfeeling numb inside like icicles are stabbing youstabbing you in the heart repeatedlybut your lungs are scorchedyou need a sip of waterbut it's too far awayyou try to reach it but you can'tand then you fall there's nothing you can doso you silently scream, writhing in agonyhoping someone sees your painsees the dark empty pit inside youan...
Weekly Contest #32
'Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I have gathered you all here today to inform you..........I have been murdered.' She dragged out the last words, enunciating each word, drumming her long nails on the oak table. Several of the deceased's 'feint - hearted' neighbours passed out, landing with a soft thud on the carpeted hall. A tumult of gasps resonated around the room and Adelaide sank back into her leather chair, trying to hide her smirk, while the other 'townies' offered their condolences. She drew her hand to her face, to stifle the...
Weekly Contest #9
'I hope I’m not Weak!' Tulip whispered. Rose, smirking, unfurled her leaves, and in a sickly sweet voice remarked, 'Well I wouldn’t be surprised! The last one of your kind went Weak because she wasn’t chosen.’‘Oh stop it, Rose!’ Daffodil chided, her amiable nature getting the better of her. The Sunn Marigold and Marie Sunflower sisters, swaying gently in the breeze nearby, mild - natured, felt their leaves wrinkle with worry. Rose wasn’t to be crossed, they knew. ‘She snapped. The competition got to her. She just wasn’t meant to be the Chose...
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