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Weekly Contest #342
She smiled like someone who had already read the ending, but she chose me anyway. Claire was too good for me. I knew, she knew it, and even my mom said that she could do better. I don’t know what she saw in me that kept her around for so long. Whenever I’d ask, she offered that mysterious but gorgeous smile and shrugged. I acted like it didn’t bother me. With my arm slung around her shoulder and a stupid, cocky grin on my face, I was the coolest guy on campus. I’d go out drinking with friends and come back to find her quiet and resigned. I a...
The Last Victim I’ve heard people say that she was just the last victim, the final woman murdered by a monster. I tell those people that they’re wrong. Zari was anything but a victim; I mean, she was so passionate and determined with everything she did. Once she put her mind to something, even I couldn’t stop her. But then, I realize they’re right. She faced someone she couldn’t beat, and she fell victim to a monster.  ...
Weekly Contest #99
In the center of Arcadia sat the newly-reconstructed palace. Although by far the most elegant structure in the city of Solelia, it contained a certain humility. There were larger mansions, ones that glittered with gold to display the wealth of their inhabitants. The king, however, had seen the consequences of such apparent power. He lived through and fought a war against them. Though many descriptions could be made—of the tall, stone towers with pointed roofs; of the throne room containing many columns; of the multitude of palace servan...
Weekly Contest #97
News spread quickly of the conspiracy. Bold as it was to whisper a plot against the Council, bolder it was to send a direct threat. And, indeed, a threat was sent to a noble of the Council - Harbinger Anastasia Amberglow. She mounted her chestnut mare reluctantly and pulled the hood of her cloak further over her strawberry blonde hair. What would her parents think of her fleeing home, had they still been alive? And Magdalen...no, no: she knew this was best. Sir Ashfall said as much. "If this letter is acted upon, the Autumn District w...
Weekly Contest #96
Levi, a resident of Silvermoor his entire life, walked through the quiet, dark streets with ease he acutely understood would never exist in any other town. Why would he bother worrying? He knew the residents of each house he passed. For some of them, Levi could even recite the exact routines practiced at this time. Mr. and Mrs. Deere, for example, likely just put their three-year-old to bed and began their nightly episode of whichever show they were currently watching. Ms. Walker, his own math teacher back in middle school, finished d...
Weekly Contest #95
My entire life has been spent atop a pedestal encased in glass. Like an animal in an exhibit, I am on display for the world to see, watch, and judge. I suppose that comes with being the heiress of a business empire. Every step I take is followed to ensure I never fall from the pedestal's edge. All my words are criticized in the case they echo and frighten my audience. My actions are examined lest they cause a break in the glass. I can count on one hand the number of times I've been left to decide something for myself. First, I ...
Weekly Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. They were so beautiful, my breath caught in my throat, and I had to remind myself, "In and out." Of course, I knew they would like like this--leaves change color in autumn. That much was a fact, but I was still taken aback. Even if I knew it logically, I saw the leaves in all their magnificent red and orange glory, and I could have cried. "Oliver, dear, are you all right?" I looked at my mother and slowly nodded. I forgave her silently for her sympathetic tone; she was still tryin...
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