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Weekly Contest #104
Jannette had a plan today. Or maybe it wasn’t exactly a plan if not really doing anything could be considered a plan. She had the gracious plan of being alone. To be within the sound of wonderful silence. No drama, no doing anything or talking to anyone. It would be great. A break she desperately wanted. Being an introvert is hard when everyone around you is an extrovert. No time to just be by yourself. Sometimes, a girl just needs time off. From everybody, from life. Nothing wrong with that. No offense to you guys, but just...no thank...
Weekly Contest #103
It was mid-afternoon and Alice Bellamy was making her way downtown on her normal routine. Her dog, Scrappy, skips along beside her. And scrappy he was indeed. He was a mutt with matted fur all over the place but was a sweet dog and that was all that mattered. It was windy, making Scrappy’s fur stick out. Alice gulped in the needed extra air. She had a peculiar dream last night. The same dream she frequently had as a child and hadn’t had in quite some time before last night. It was her little imaginative world she'd built when she was y...
Weekly Contest #100
The witch was at work. Work she loved. Work she was born to do. The witch was at work with a meal, you see. A very special meal that needed a very special chef. With this special chef came a certain amount of...special ingredients. Special how, you ask? Well, she is indeed a witch, and what is a witch without her magic? That was one of the reasons she was hired. Her magic. Not only does it enhance the foods’ deliciousness, but it changes oneself. Change oneself how, you may ask, the curious thing that you are? Well, she is inde...
Content Warning: use of cuss words “So,” Melanie Bloom began, taking in the people before her. She wondered why it was so hard to talk to each other, so hard to be like friends again. They used to be a group, one so close it almost surpassed family. But, after so many years she guessed that relationships could be covered by time, their past becoming something new for them in the future. Clara, Peter, Henry, Sylvie, Matz, Laya, and Finn. They were missing one, but she couldn’t get ahold of her. They were all acting so...
Weekly Contest #99
Content Warning: Mentions a Victim of Suicide The sun was setting down. Lower and lower and...lower. Lower and lower and lower until just the tip of his head was visible. Hardly a sliver remained, yet a bright one at that. So bright still that if you looked in his direction you would see the sky around him still warm, still a-light. So bright still that it wouldn’t be long before your eyes began to burn, to water. The sun was trying his best to stay up as long as he could so that he could catch a last glimpse of his beloved moo...
Weekly Contest #98
Content Warning: Suicide attempt Water on all sides. Pushing me, pulling me every which way. It grabs me in rough, liquid arms, trying to submerge my head. Wild, it twists and churns. Icy cold, I feel almost numb. Losing my will to fight against it, losing my strength. I thought it would be warmer. I thought it would embrace me with knowing arms. I thought it would take me away, right away. And I guess it was, just not where I wanted. I felt trapped, beaten. My body was too frozen to feel anything but I felt enough on the inside. Lips blue...
Weekly Contest #93
Today was the day. The party of all parties. The night of all nights. The last day before sweet college graduation baby! Today was that day. I had been planning, been looking forward to attending this event since...since… Hell! Since the beginning of the school year! Yeah, that’s how big this thing is. Mark Rosby’s parties are legit. Like, he’s freaking famous around here. His parties are known by everyone, literally! Even though he’s probably in his thirties, he's been doing these epic extravaganzas for all the almost-graduates before...
Weekly Contest #92
I was surrounded by dust. Dust turned sharp. Dust turned cold. Dust turned dark. I was surrounded by dust. The dust of my past, my future, my lingering present. The dust that turned into shadows. The shadows that I allowed to surround me now. When did this happen? How can I escape? The shadows are dense, I can’t see past the darkness. Everything was gnawing on me, encouraging pain to swell like the poisonous bite from that of a Black Widow. I placed an arm before my face, as if that would do anything to dilute the rough pieces. It was a stor...
Weekly Contest #90
It was a dark morning, the smoky factories releasing gas like a breath too heavy to keep in. It made a light fog across the whole area, the smaller buildings obscured from view. The mighty skyscrapers still show their light and pointy ends that dare to touch the sky with the threat of lightning. The colors of the city are always dull unless you find your way to a club or a graffiti alleyway. I watch the scenery zoom past, like panels in one of those old mickey animations. Someone in the booth in front of me was whistling so it made the exper...
Weekly Contest #89
It was windy, like most days now.Ma in the hospital, gray as the clouds that loomed above.Her eye sockets were hollow, filled in deep with tear stains like a muddy puddle after a storm.Everything was dark today.Lightning crashes and the cat runs under the table.She was still just a kitty, black fur of fluff with some white making a T on her face.We called her Tee, as creative as we were at the time.Barkley, our big old Ridgeback, can’t smell or quite hear anymore.He’s an old dog but will still come up to cuddle you with his large, warm body....
Weekly Contest #86
It was the day after the March equinox, marking the Spring season. The first freaking day of Spring and there is already a case of a missing person. I heard the call myself. A frantic man calling to report that his wife was gone. He began rambling on and on, fast and frightened the words all came out. Ellie, the emergency dispatcher, gives me a glance. “Sir, sir, I need you to calm down. Talk slower for me?” Her voice is cool and collected. I marveled on how she could do this all day. Channel all of these frantic voices and urge them t...
It was around one in the morning when my uncle came home, a couple hours earlier than he usually does. At the sound of the door slamming shut I prop open my door so that only a sliver of vision is provided to me.My uncle comes in, stumbling, a drink in his hand. I know his destination, the couch. He never uses the bed, he probably can’t find his way to the actual bedroom in time before falls to the ground. Drunk, obviously, he hobbles over to the ugly plaid recliner in front of the TV. You could compare his walk to Captain Jack Sparrow’s fro...
Weekly Contest #84
Darkness. That’s the color I am most familiar with. Call it black, if you must. But to me, it’s just darkness. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here, I don’t know how old I am. Time is tricky to tell when you’ve lived in a bunker almost all of your life. I’m forgetting what the sky looked like. With the clouds and the sun. They’re all just names to me now. I hear my mother tell me stories of what it was like above. I long to leave this small place underground, this hideaway that’s far from the world I used to live in. But my father says it...
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