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Weekly Contest #291
Art ran, his legs pumping and lungs burning as he raced down the stark white hallway, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The sound of sirens blared as an inhuman voice sounded from speakers, repeating the phrase: INTRUDER ALERT. He had to reach the control room before it was too late. The war between man and machine had been raging for decades, decimating the world and all its beauty in the process. But, if Art were to succeed in his mission, that would all begin to change. Finally, after all of this time, the earth would belong to man ...
Weekly Contest #278
The stale, undecorated room held the scent of antiseptic and the faint aroma of wilting roses. Ava sat in the corner, her fingers intertwined nervously on her lap. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor offered an unsettling cadence to her thoughts, and it drowned out the echoes of oblivion that surrounded her weary uncle, Oliver Reed. Once a vibrant man with laughter that filled every corner of the room, he now lay fragile, a mere shadow of his former self, swallowed by tubes and his unforgiving grasp of illness. As she watched the light ...
Weekly Contest #277
In the distant, magical land of The Feathered Keys, where shimmering waves of crystal waters slosh against shores beneath the rainbow-washed sky, in a town called Harpy’s Haven stood a quaint tavern known as The Plunge. Its wooden beams glowed warmly, the evening sun revealing the reddish tint living beneath the weathered surface. The sign, creaking as it rocked in the gentle breeze, was a beautiful carving of a tankard dropping into water. It was a place where adventures began. Behind the polished mahogany bar, an old bartender named D...
Weekly Contest #274
In the depths of night, the full moon glowed bright and blue over a quiet vineyard. Stars twinkled, and slow-moving whisps of clouds drifted by. The day had been rambunctious, what with the wedding and all but the blanketing calm of night had fallen. The bride, groom, and every guest had departed the celebration, taking the clatter with them, leaving only the autumn wind, sighing as it swept through dry leaves, and the vibrant chirping of crickets. Through the window of a lone farmhouse, surrounded by browning fields of freshly plucked vines...
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