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Submitted to Contest #307
A choking smog hung over the desolate land, obscuring it like a distant, hazy memory. Towering skeletons of rusted iron and shattered concrete loomed like silent sentinels; their surfaces thick with the dust of long-dead dreams. Tucked among the gnarled, dying roots of what had once been a mighty tree, the teddy bear sat slumped in silence. His fur, patchy and stiff with age, clung to him in tangled tufts. Threads poked from crooked seams like old scars that had never quite healed. He looked less like a toy and more like something forgotten—...
Submitted to Contest #269
Isaac Wilder’s life was perfectly ordinary until the day he found the orb.The day had begun like any other. He rose from bed, prepared a tasteless breakfast, and trudged down the narrow streets of his small town toward the dusty little shop where he worked. Isaac, at 35, was a man of routine. His existence was carefully curated—a series of predictably timed events that offered little excitement. He was perfectly content in the knowledge that his life was without the mystery or chaos that seemed to chase others. But that all changed on a Tues...
Submitted to Contest #267
Sophie had always found solace in the forest behind her grandmother’s house. The canopy of towering oaks and whispering pines offered a refuge from the noise of the world and the suffocating expectations that shadowed her every step. Today, the forest felt different. The air was heavy with the kind of stillness that made the hair on the back of her neck prickle. It was as if the forest was holding its breath, waiting for something—or someone.She pulled her scarf tighter around her neck and stuffed her hands into her coat pockets, kicking at ...
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