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Weekly Contest #260
“What if you’re not dreaming?” Martin was watching the rain drops streaking down the window. The watery paths warped the view of the greenery outside. A fitting metaphor, he thought, but the reason escaped him. For a moment, he wondered where he was, before noticing the familiar smell of old books and stale coffee. “I’m…I’m sorry, what did you say?” Martin replied, slowly turning his head towards his faceless therapist. The man wore a yellow sweater, his torso standing out amidst the washed-out browns and black objects in the dimly lit off...
Weekly Contest #259
Eric pretends to look at the pre-fix menu. He’s discreetly glancing at Sasha, who is silently mouthing the words as she reads hers. While her eyes dart back and forth, she brushes back the dark, curly hair that has fallen around her face. Lately, Erik’s found himself stealing glances like this, wondering to himself how he could ever doubt the strength of his feelings for her. “This place is sooo…” Sasha pauses, searching for word. “Bougie?” Eric says, laughing. Sasha smiles and nods in agreement. After five months of dating, all the key p...
Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #235 ⭐️
A gunshot crackles through the air. You flinch. A wisp of smoke rises across the field. A blur of bodies bursts away from the gunman. Arms and legs swing furiously. You anxiously shift your weight back and forth. Your foot begins to shake. Breathe. The mass of sprinting bodies curves and hurtles towards you. You stare at the white tape on the ground in front of you. If you start too early or too late, you’ll never recover. Wait. The screaming and yelling swells. Wait. Your hearts pounding, your fight-or-flight instincts scream for release. ...
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