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Weekly Contest #347
CW: Parental loss It still smells like smoke, even after all this time. It didn’t matter where I would go—school, the grocery store, even the park. It’s like the ashes follow me. I can’t tell if it’s real or if it’s just in my head, but either way, I can’t escape it.They tore the house down a few weeks after the fire. There’s nothing left—just a charred patch where our life used to be. Everyone says it was an accident. Faulty wiring or something. But I don’t know what to believe anymore.I was there in that fever dream.It’s like this empty ho...
Weekly Contest #272
I’m running—hard, fast, lungs burning. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, drowning out the chaos of Halloween night in the Village. Behind me, the crowd is still oblivious, their laughter and music spilling into the streets like everything’s normal. But I know better. I know what’s coming for them. For me.I vault over a fallen trash bin, my feet slipping on the wet pavement. It’s started to drizzle, and the ground glistens under the glow of neon signs. My devil costume clings to my skin, drenched in sweat and rain, but I don’t stop. I can’t. No...
Weekly Contest #270
CW: Murder, death, all of that jazz.The clock on the wall struck 11:00 p.m., the hum of the refrigerator the only sound cutting through the silence of the sleek kitchen. Sylvia, blonde and beautiful, the CEO of a mega tech company, stood poised like a queen in her marble palace. She sipped from her glass of Merlot, the wine dark as blood. Her eyes, icy blue, fixated on the vial of cyanide sitting innocently on the counter top, a lethal promise in its tiny glass casing.The world seemed still as she held it in her hand, cold like the winter ni...
Weekly Contest #266
Note: This story contains use of tobacco and also the death of a partner. “From the day I met you, I knew you’d be mine.”The words I see on the page of what would have been my wedding vows to you. I feel my eyes well up as the sheet of paper gazes my hands. Seeming to find every crack, crevice, and seem in my hand as I try and comprehend what has just occurred… that was until the day you left me.September 5th,2024. The day that will always bleed into my mind. Sitting on my grey concrete slab of a patio that my landlord considers a “considera...
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