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Weekly Contest #103
Dev looked out the window from his classroom while his economics lecturer went on endlessly. He wanted to just be done with his class so that he could go back and catch up on some sleep. Not that he was lazy but he hadn’t slept well in days. He was unable to sleep without waking up in fear every 2 hours. Nights started becoming dreadful for him now. The same dream haunting him over and over again. He didn’t know what else to do than just get used to it and ignore it for eternity. So much had gone wrong in his life making him alienate...
She couldn’t stop staring at the photo on the table. It felt like just yesterday she won those awards and the thunderous applause wouldn’t stop echoing her ears. But what had happened now was beyond her. A bestselling author who couldn’t even frame a sentence anymore that made sense. She felt like she was missing her soul, being unable to write and express herself. “You remember the times when we used to ditch your office and go to the Sterling Library to review my books just so that we still felt like those high school nerds again? Man...
Weekly Contest #102
TW: murder suicide, death of a child He sat down there writing the missing report of a 4-year-old. A child that had so much darkness in him, one wouldn’t even be surprised if he had just run away from all the gloominess at home. Inspector Charnet sighed as he closed the file and wondered what he would discover about the child as the case would progress. A small town it was. The people were all familiar and every surname had tales and fables that everyone knew about. Savola was a rusty yet beautiful city that was cur...
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