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Weekly Contest #333
I sat in my white filthy kitchen, drinking steaming black coffee, laced with brandy. Outside the wind blew, bare tree branches, against the house. Rain drizzled. Wet leaves blanked the earth, a solemn farewell to summer.Tic toc tic toc an ancient cuckoo clock, counted off the seconds, every hour it choked out a poor excuse for a bird song. I drank more brandy, the amber liquid burning my throat. Drop by drop, I poured the foul brown liquid into my mouth. Until months worth of emtry brown bottles littered the floor, silent testimony to a brok...
Weekly Contest #332
Thunder rumbled. Lightning danced across the sky. A gale wind beat against the house. Sarah, Tina, Maria, and Beth were warm and dry inside.It was Sarah's tenth birthday. Sarah and her friends were having a slumber party. The house was decorated with balloons, a clown and birthday cake. Sarah's two black cats paced at the door, wanting to venture outside. Sarah found a Ouija board hidden in a closet."Look what I found." Yelled Sarah."What did you find?" Asked Beth."A Ouija board.""Whoo I heard you can conjure ghosts and goblins with those th...
Weekly Contest #331
CW: Child abuse, mental health Snowflakes fell. A new moon enveloped the world in darkness. The snow crunched under my feet. . My eyes watered , feet numb, I felt like an ice cube. I lugged my aching body up the driveway, my goal in sight. In the driveway was my dad's semi-truck. He was home, oh crap.My feet numb, my hands shoved in my pockets, I was to damn cold to run. Trembling I forced my hands to turn the doorknob. Great, it was not locked.Silence, darkness, I removed my tennis shoes and spring jacket. Weak heat barely removed the chill...
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