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Weekly Contest #327
Stepping on the fallen leaves, they crunched them beneath her feet like bones, turning them to dust under her weight. There was silence that was too loud and biting cold that burnt her skin as she grasped at her side. Mavis weaved through the trees, clutching her side as the blood continued to pump and flow, body unaware that it was forcing her own life out of her body. In her mind, the screams of the past hour echoed while the domestic life she had dreamt of slipped through her fingers, sand seeping into an endless hourglass that drank up...
Weekly Contest #325
Papers fluttered idly along the counter, dancing around the glass surface, propelled by the wheezing air conditioning that they didn’t have the funds to be paying for. The flimsy receipt paper had Daisy swiping the mess into a nearby drawer, just to stop the racket. Slumping along the cash counter, she inhaled the scent of old books, smelling less like a comforting blanket of paper and more akin to festering mold. The scent rose with the heat, with the debts, with the stress. Her father filed more books onto their display tables, unpacking ...
Weekly Contest #287
She didn’t know what Jenny Kellen’s problem was with her. It was an honor to be graced with her presence–even if she was only around to torment Alora. Still, her hands throbbed where Jenny had shoved her into the campus’s ongoing construction zone, making Alora spring out her hands at the last second so they could cushion her fall into the bed of nails. Even seeing that evil soul, pure malice swimming in a pretty blonde body, Alora felt her breathing stop when she walked by, falling into human instinct to stop and stare. Jenny’s eyes w...
Weekly Contest #274
If fate were the weather, she would be a hurricane. A storm of turmoil brewing in the distance, foreseeable though how would one know how severe the disaster would be until savage winds rasped against the windows of homes and uprooted the bottoms of dreams, displacing everything in its path for the sake of inevitability. The cruelest thing the gods gave humans was the illusion of free will, believing in choosing their lives while their path was written in dark ink, smearing. There was only so much the future could change. Above t...
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