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Weekly Contest #284
Amara never expected to inherit anything from her grandmother. The woman was a mystery, a recluse who lived in a creaky house on the city's edge. Amara only visited on holidays, conversing politely while her parents traded awkward pleasantries with their estranged relative. So, when the lawyer handed her a small, tarnished locket after the funeral, Amara was bewildered. "This belonged to your grandmother," the lawyer said, his voice grave but soft. "She left instructions that it be given to you personally." Amara turned the locket over in he...
Weekly Contest #283
Sarah sat at the desk in her dimly lit apartment, her fingers trembling as they hovered above the keyboard. It had been weeks since she'd last heard from him—weeks since the mysterious disappearance of David, her fiancé. The police were no help. Of course, they'd filed a report, but they didn't seem particularly invested in finding him. The case was quickly labeled "cold," and the authorities had moved on. But Sarah couldn't. She knew something wasn't right in her heart, and she couldn't let go.It all started when David had gone on a busines...
Weekly Contest #281
The Barrington Christmas Eve party was always the highlight of the season. Helena Barrington had spent weeks ensuring every detail was perfect. The twelve-foot tree, adorned with heirloom ornaments, stood at the center of the grand ballroom, its star twinkling like a beacon. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled with the soft strains of a string quartet, creating a picture of Christmas perfection. This year, however, the festivities had an unusual edge. Helena couldn't shake the feeling that something was... off. It wasn't anything tangible...
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