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Weekly Contest #345
Voices screaming so loud they could be heard clear at the end of the block. Doors slamming hard enough that the hinges rattle and squeal in protest. Boots stomping against hardwood floors with enough force one would expect the walnut boards to splinter. Such pandemonium had become the soundtrack of Aspen’s daily life. Not a single day was spent in serenity or comfort. Anxiety clawed through her chest like a parasite, keeping her eternally tethered to the edge of unease. It had become her baseline mental state, never being granted a single m...
Weekly Contest #292
Content warning: descriptions of death and decomposition.Forest was the shade of green in Chloe Irvine’s irises; speckled with vibrant gold and outlined with rich emerald. They glittered in the sunlight, accented by her melodious laughter. Her stunning smile revealed her naturally white teeth, perfectly straightened as a result of having braces for a year during her adolescence. Freckles danced across her cheeks, adding another layer of beauty and innocence to her face.Lime green was the stretchy knit of her hair scrunchie, striped with whit...
Weekly Contest #266
Fingers flew across the silver keyboard, articulating the thoughts that swirled inside Mackenna’s head. She paused for a moment, her right hand reaching out to grasp the handle of her coffee mug, bringing it to her lips to take a sip of her creamed-and-sugared morning beverage. Placing it back down on its coaster, she returned her attention back to her in-progress novel. “Blood permeated the scene before the detective’s eyes. The familiar, metallic scent filled his nose as he allowed his eyes to canvas the parking garage where the bo...
Weekly Contest #52
Havannah’s brain was numb as she strapped herself into the backseat of her mother’s car. Her head tilted downward, her blurry gaze focusing subconsciously on a speck of dirt on the floor. The voices of her mother, aunt, and older brother flittered in and out of her ears, none of their words fully registering in her brain. Everything around her was white noise, heavy and deafening, and she was too lost in her own head to even care about the tear tracks staining her tired cheeks. &nb...
Weekly Contest #34
The forest was nearly pitch black as Hunter crept through it, the air stiff and frozen. The bravest of knights didn’t dare venture through this sector of the woods, too cautious of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Anyone who knew of Hunter’s quest to slay a kitsune would have hastened to prevent him. His dwarven heritage didn’t halt his desire to become a fierce warrior, and the best way he knew to prove himself was to slay the most powerful monster in the land of Karadon. &nb...
Weekly Contest #32
Krysta stood before the temperamental espresso machine with a frown tugging at her plump lips. Her hands were planted firmly on her hips, her weight shifting back and forth between her feet. The machine had been on the fritz as of late, burning espresso shots and growling loudly when left unattended, chilling milk rather than steaming it and shutting down when anyone commented on its malfunctions. Krysta, the café’s lead barista and local witch, was always the one called in to fix whatever crisis the inanimate m...
Weekly Contest #31
A rhythmic hum emanated from Camry’s throat as he stood before the stove, his hips swaying in tune with the beat blasting from the speaker he had stationed atop the kitchen table. His left hand grasped the handle of a frying pan while his right held the hilt of a spatula, which he used to slip beneath one of the pork chops sizzling in the pan and flip it onto its other side. He repeated the action on the second piece, watching as the seasoned breading cooked to a golden-brown shade. On the counter sat a rice coo...
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