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Weekly Contest #339
It had been a restless sleep the night prior, the same it had been for weeks. The silence that swallowed the bedroom had been far too loud, the sheets far too heavy, the air far too thick, and everything just felt far too wrong. Sleep had failed to settle into her bones that night, and it had led her into a foot dragging day. Hours after struggling to lock her front door behind her, Marie arrived back home and once more struggled with the lock and key. A long apartment corridor flanked both sides of her. The hall’s air conditioner was workin...
Weekly Contest #335
Light cast through the church, as if God was reaching a hand into the space to remind the few lingering congregation members of the Heavenly embrace that resided upon them. Its glow passed through the stained glass windows, and landed upon the hung head of the statue of Jesus upon the cross. “In the name of the Father…” Father Berkaman drew the sign of cross upon his chest in reverence, before crossing the stage to a smaller atrium. The last kneeling occupant finished her prayer, before rising and departing. Father Berkaman inclined his head...
Weekly Contest #334
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The lingering winter sun rested lazily in the dulled sky. The streets had been plowed earlier that day, but the rapid fall of snow from the sky left the streets covered with a thick blanket of white. Tire tracks carved through the snow, leaving trails of gray within the pristine white display. It was beautiful out, but that beauty meant little to the young woman who huddled at the bus stop with nothing but a thin coat and a hastily stuffed backpack. In the rush to gather her ...
Weekly Contest #329
Rumors ate their way through a small town like cancer to a bone. They were dripping with curiosity and the enjoyment of troubles that were not ones own. It didn’t take long for her ears to pick up the whispers that followed at her back. As a child, Sybil had devoured those narratives, passing them from her mouth to another like a bird would feed its young. As a grown women, she found the taste of rumors sour. Still, if they wished to mutter into the sides of their hands about the mess she had become, Sybil could do very little. Dropping agai...
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