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Weekly Contest #303
Courtalise stood at the edge of the Queen’s Court, where the red roses bloomed fiercely beneath a sky of swirling colors that shifted between dawn and twilight in a constant dance. The air hummed with whispers and secrets, every petal a story and every shadow a warning. Here in Wonderland, rules were as sharp and unyielding as the Queen’s gaze—and breaking them was a perilous game.But Courtalise had never been one for careful playing. Especially not when the heart was involved.She tugged her cloak tighter, feeling the weight of the world—or ...
The court of Wonderland is a place where stories bloom and twist like wild roses—beautiful, unpredictable, and sometimes full of thorns. I, Courtalise Thorn, grew up beneath those tangled vines, part of a world that spoke in riddles and hid truths beneath painted smiles. I never asked to be a villain. Yet, in someone else’s story, that’s the role I was cast to play. The thorn that pricked, the shadow that darkened their light, the disruption no one dared admit they feared.They say villains have no choice, that evil springs from desire or cru...
The library clock chimed thirteen times—an impossible hour that only Wonderland would keep. I stood in the center of the reading room, the polished marble floor mirroring rows of leather-bound tomes. Somewhere beyond the arch of vines carved into the walls, teacups tinkled in a perpetual half-empty ritual, and card soldiers shuffled in restless formation. But here, in this quiet sanctuary of words, I felt the final weight of my decision settle onto my shoulders.On the writing desk before me lay a single sheet of parchment, its edges curling ...
Moonlight dripped through the hollow oak limbs overhead, pooling in silver puddles across the mossy floor of the Tulgey Wood. I sat cross-legged on a fallen log, flamingo mallet beside me and hedgehog ball half-buried in bracken, feeling the hush settle deep into my bones. All around, Wonderland’s hallmark chaos blinked and shimmered in the outskirts—teacups drifting on phantom breezes, card soldiers marching in tight formation, and the distant tinkle of the Mad Hatter’s off-key laughter.But tonight, I felt nothing of their whimsy.I wiped a ...
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