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Weekly Contest #344
By the time he realised she was gone, it had already happened. The house felt colder than usual. Not the kind of cold that comes from weather, but the quiet kind that settles into walls after something has left them. At first he didn’t notice. He moved through the rooms the way he always did, distracted, assuming everything would still be where it belonged. The silence didn’t trouble him. It rarely did. It was only later that the emptiness began to reveal itself. A space where something used to be. A room that felt slightly wrong. On the tab...
Weekly Contest #300
There’s a place that won’t show up on any map.It isn’t known. It never needed to be. It isn’t pretty, at least not in the way things usually are. It was mine — or at least, it felt like it was.This place leans slightly left. The floors groan when I walk across them, tired but still holding. The walls are too thin in winter. The windows quake, as if the whole thing might crumble if the storm intensity increases. When I step back and really look, I see it’s been through hell — a foundation so vulnerable it’s a miracle it’s still standing. But ...
Weekly Contest #292
Bleeding Grey Flinching as intrusive light slipped through the parted curtain, pressing against closed eyelids like an unwanted guest. Why hadn’t the curtain been shut properly? Regret and frustration washed over her. Turning over, eyes still closed, she willed herself back to sleep. Giving in, her hand reached under the pillow for her phone. 15:42. Another wasted day. Thursday. Again. This time, the 23rd. Opening the calendar, she counted silently the days she had been in bed. A toxic little game she liked to play with herself. A groan es...
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