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Weekly Contest #98
She fiddled with a flame, flicking it between her fingers like a magician with a coin. The bright kaleidoscope of reds and oranges reflected in her slate eyes as she glanced up at the chestnut mare that was pawing the ground, anxious to keep moving. “Easy Fyn,” Pen reassured, as she leaned back against the massive oak whose leaves were temporarily giving her respite from the drizzling rain. She dispelled the small flame with a sigh, flexing the cold dampness out of her long graceful fingers. Fyn whinnied as if in disagreement with her flip...
Weekly Contest #96
Trigger warning: depression and suicidal thoughts The sun was shining and bright when my eyes fluttered open to gaze at the unfamiliar white walls. My hotel room was spacious and light, with beech wood furniture and light blue accents throughout. I could just hear the faint whisper of waves breaking the shore through my open window and the smell of sea-air filled my nostrils. It was so serine; I honestly would have been happy with a vacation here. But no, this was just the first stop before the cruise ship that was going to be my relaxation...
Weekly Contest #95
The left or the right? It’s such a simple question. But in one hand there’s emptiness and in the other there’s a key, a key that could change everything. ∞∞∞ Life isn’t easy. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying to you. When I was only 6 years old, my dad and oldest brother went into Hemlock cave and never came out. Fittingly named for the poisonous ring of hemlock that grew all around, it always gave me shivers to look into the shadowy, crumbling entrance. Through my young eyes, it seemed alive. I could hear the dripping of moisture and...
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