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Weekly Contest #339
Winter is to the year like rain is to spring. It’s dark and gloomy and quiet but also peaceful in a way. The trees take a well deserved rest and the squirrels spend more time in their nests and only the bright crimson cardinal is out to sing his song. And there is something to be said about the life and rebirth that comes after winter with the rains of spring, but there's a sinister story of decay that comes first. The gardens full of vibrant annuals wither and waste away, and those who haven’t fattened themselves up enough won’t make it thr...
Weekly Contest #337
A pair of crows sit in the tree at the corner of the neighbors yard. The street below hums with car engines, human chatter and the distant sound of construction. This doesn’t seem to phase them, the pair sit calmly together atop a swaying branch, taking turns preening one another. She watches the birds from an apartment window with a pit of jealousy that sits in the depths of her stomach. It seems so unfair that these birds can exist so peacefully above such a loud world. But maybe that's just it she thinks, they get to live above it while ...
Weekly Contest #335
“Oh my god, it’s so dark. I told you we should have started heading back sooner.”“It’s fine, it’s fine. We’re almost back to camp. It should only be a little bit further.”“I swear to god, if one of us doesn’t…”CRACKThe two friends stop dead in their tracks. The trees seem to loom over them, closing in and blocking any shred of moonlight from above.“What was that?” She whispers making sure to stay as quiet as possible. “I’m sure it was nothing, let's just keep going.” He hushes back attempting desperately to quell his own growing anxiety. He ...
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