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Weekly Contest #341
CW: domestic violence, physical abuse, blood/gore and brief mentions of child loss. A soft breeze whispers in her ear, a mere murmur in the dead of night. It brushes her skin, stubbornly clinging to it. It’s a cold and dull blade crusted with rust, just barely slashing the surface of her skin, leaving no trace, only the char of agony. It reignites the desire to drown the pain, a pressing want, the kind she knows better than most. Tonight, the wind is Elise's enemy, betraying their lifelong kinship. She mourns the warm caresses of the past, g...
Weekly Contest #340
Note: Trigger warnings are specified at the end of the story to avoid spoilers. The orchestra pulls the strings into a harmonious love song. Each chord feels weighted, every pause deliberate, as the melody fills the church. The notes float high into the gilded ceiling before bouncing back, carrying their echo. Enzo stands at the altar, gaze anchored on the one standing across him. He eyes her from head to toe, for what is surely the hundredth time that day. She is a sight he will never get enough of. White satin clings to her skin, becoming...
Weekly Contest #324
Adrian sat on the shore, forlorn and insignificant against the white, gleaming sand that cocooned his body. He clutched fistfuls of the warm sand, then let his arm hang in the air. Slowly, he unfurled his fingers, allowing the grains to slip through the cracks. Again and again. He had become a living hourglass, waiting, refusing to let it stop flowing. As long as it did, he could wait a while longer. He gazed at the horizon, at each new, darker stroke of pink staining the late afternoon sky; at its yellows and oranges disappearing below the ...
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