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Weekly Contest #51
There was something wicked about the desert when the white shine of the full moon glazed along the elegant slopes of the sand dunes, undisturbed and silent besides the enigmatic lull of a wind unseen.That wickedness existed between what was seen and what wasn’t; just along those dunes awaited her an uncut fate that has, over many moons, coiled around her neck like a chain, one of which those ancient bastards had no qualms of tugging when she got too comfortable.Where she was now, exhausted, sand-ridden behind a ruined column riddled with mar...
Weekly Contest #46
The delicate cling of the copper bell that rung above Gilly’s head felt like a little blessing, a rebirth every time she stepped through the wooden threshold of Cafecito, and, in her case, that was putting it mildly – incredibly mildly. If she really wanted to be melodramatic about it, and she definitely had a bad habit of doing so, then she’d compare every morning to a reawakening, something new to add to the dull of her studies, because what was a morning without a fresh wall of new art pieces placed pleasingly to a brick feature wall, and...
Juno's fingers hovered over the keyboards of her laptop, an old model-like companion that's been with her ever since she moved away from home a handful of years ago. With her bottom lip snug and tucked underneath her teeth, Juno flexed her fingers, a very sad attempt to move, to keep typing, to put an end to the sentence that would inevitably end the novel.There were only so many more words she needed to complete the chapter, even less when it came to entirety of her novel. It all came down to 100-something-thousand words, and she was only a...
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