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Weekly Contest #354
The day Elena died, the house smelled of coffee and warm bread. It had been raining since morning, a thin rain sliding down the kitchen window and blurring the garden beyond it. Daniel would remember that with a cruelty that time never offered for useful things. What stayed with him was the rain, the steam rising from her mug, and the blue sweater she wore because their son liked the color and kept pressing his sticky hands against her sleeves.Matei was three years old then, with soft brown curls, Elena’s eyes, and a stubbornness that filled...
Weekly Contest #353
Even after all those centuries, the river had always looked the same. Its waters, black as the space between stars and heavier than any mortal sea, rolled endlessly through the caverns of the Underworld, bearing their silent cargo toward the gates over which I kept watch. Charon’s boat glided across its surface with the same mournful steadiness it had possessed since the first soul had ever crossed, and each time it neared the shore, another procession of the dead emerged into the dim, ember-lit stillness of my Master’s realm. Some arrived i...
The light from the laptop strained her eyes more than the late hour itself. Ioana scrolled absently through articles, forums, and videos sent by people convinced they had captured the impossible. A photograph of an “apparition” in a mirror, a man claiming he heard footsteps in the attic, and a family who believed their television turned on by itself because of a spirit. Ioana sighed softly and opened the next file. “Humanoid shadows observed in Hoia Baciu Forest.” She raised an eyebrow. The clip began shakily. Ragged breathing, branches, dar...
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